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I'm passive to the point of giving up |
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Don't have a shirt left clean enough to stumble out |
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So I'm drifting by the woman in the clouds |
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Of the celebrity cologne |
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But it won't work like that |
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Cause nothing works like that |
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Nothing works like that |
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Nothing works like |
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Now I've been trapped here in the mall for too long |
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Between an exit and a pregnant ex love |
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She's saying she believes in god again |
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And it feels nice to think |
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That someone's watching from above |
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But it won't work like that |
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Cause nothing works like that |
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Nothing works like |
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Nothing works like that |
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Nothing works like that |
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Nothing works like that |
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Nothing works like that |
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Nothing works like that |
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Nothing works like that |
