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My back is on the carpet, |
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And I'm so tied up. |
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But I try, but I try, and I cannot seem to free me from this, |
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And it's five o'clock and I'm suffering. |
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Open arms, shallow breath, then my mind shuts you out, |
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(And the rest I just took from my dreams! My dreams!) |
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Open heart, open chest, then your hand, cut it out, |
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(And the best you just took from my dreams! My dreams!) |
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You're picture's on the carpet, |
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And I'm so in love. |
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But I try, but I try, and I cannot seem to free you from this, |
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And it's five o'clock and I'm suffering. |
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Open eyes, open book, rewrite your tattered pages, |
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(And the rest can be read in my dreams! My dreams!) |
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Open mouth, open ears, take heed, hear me scream, |
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(And then next you'll be dead in my dreams! My dreams!) |
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If you don't fix yourself, you'll always be so stuck, |
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So understand the reason you always fall out of love. |
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My back is on the carpet, |
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And I'm so tied up! |
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Open arms, shallow breath, then my mind shuts you out, |
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(And the rest I just took from my dreams! My dreams!) |
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Open heart, open chest, then your hand, cut it out, |
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(And the best you just took from my dreams! My dreams!) |
