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How can you see your world is changing |
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When you walk with your head down |
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Snow is on the pavement |
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Looking for the medicine |
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A million thoughts are one |
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Like a slightly wounded deer |
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Standing in the backyard |
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Turn your eyes up brown |
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(x3) |
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So I turn right on crooked elbow lane |
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When I pass you by with a big smile |
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Halfway to Hell |
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Caught maybe because of obstacles |
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A million questions are one |
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Like a slightly wounded deer |
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Standing in the backyard |
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Turn your eyes up brown |
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(x3) |
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Here comes Sherry, drunk again |
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Waiting by the city hall |
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Mixed-up plans, she killed them all |
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Look for gold and stab, they fall |
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Here comes George, a troubled man |
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Waiting by his femme fatale |
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She is a double-crossing dame |
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Ready to wipe out the game |
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(x3) |
