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(Benson) A balloon to your lips |
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And held between your fingertips |
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But soon it slips your grip and whips |
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Around the room |
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Spitting its fumes |
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Just like me |
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Ain't it just like me? |
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And hate, so filled with hate |
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So bad some days |
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I can't see straight |
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So sad, sometimes |
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I can relate |
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I'm high and |
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I'm low Baby you know |
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It's just like me |
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Ain't it just like me? |
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So help me break this trend ' |
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Cause here |
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I go again |
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Help me find my way back |
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I'm not making any contact |
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And everything goes black and |
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I get slack |
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All I've got to say: |
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Ain't it just like me? |
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Ain't it just like me? |
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White, bright white |
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You're fading almost out of sight |
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All is calm and all is bright |
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But I don't feel right |
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I don't feel right |
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And ain't that just like me? |
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So help me break this trend ' |
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Cause here |
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I go again |
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Help me find my way back |
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I'm not making any contact |
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Ain't it just like me? |
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Ain't that just like me? |
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Ain't it just like me? |
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Ain't that just like me? |
