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I know my place |
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I watch TV and it's in my face |
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I'd buy a gun |
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But now |
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Who do you shoot when no side can be won? |
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Who can I tell? |
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I know your daughter |
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Oh so well |
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Where is the trust? |
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I think my girl sleeps with more than one |
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I sit in the backseat never |
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Tell me what is your car |
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When you're old and you think you're clever |
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And life tells you're something you're not |
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Run to her |
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I run to her, run to her |
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Across the sky |
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Trace of fire lights my bloodshot eyes |
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A subtle speech |
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Into the crowd and to all the streets |
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It's hard to hear |
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A lack of sleep and the cracks appear |
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It's hard to tell who wants you dead |
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And who wants you hurt |
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I sit in the backseat never |
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Tell me what is your car |
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When you're old and you think you're clever |
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And life tells you're something you're not |
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Run to her |
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I run to her, run to her |
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I run to her |
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But every night I sit alone is one more time |
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When she should be with me |
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And what it is is something I don't know |
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But I know what I want to be |
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Run to her |
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I run to her, run to her |
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I run to her, run to her |
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Oh oh oh, oh-oh... |