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No one's famous, we're all strangers |
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Now I can't even talk to you |
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No one's famous, we're all contagious |
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And I'm scared that I'm losing you |
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I was working on my wish list |
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Count of Monte Cris list |
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More or less a diss list |
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That's comprised of several enemies maybe you'll remember me |
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A little on the small side |
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Treated like a fall guy |
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Pretty much gun shy |
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But long before the cubicle you and I were beautiful |
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She said, she said, in a book all about it |
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I doubt you'd even understand |
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No one's famous, we're all strangers |
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Now I can't even talk to you |
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No one's famous, we're all contagious |
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And I'm scared that I'm losing you |
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I'm talking bout the hard times |
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Talking bout the long lines |
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Talking bout the stop signs |
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That are rolling headless m.i.a since the fall of yesterday |
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Now I'm sitting on a landmine |
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Soaking in the sunshine |
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Looking for my lost prime |
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That's hanging in museums, ya, |
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Looks like I'll be seeing ya |
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No one's famous, we're all strangers |
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Now I can't even talk to you |
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No one's famous, we're all contagious |
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And I'm scared that I'm losing you |
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If we're choosing sides, then here's goodbye |
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If we're choosing sides, then here's goodbye |
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No one's famous, we're all strangers |
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Now I can't even talk to you |
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No one's famous, we're all contagious |
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And I'm scared that I'm losing you |
