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Well it was yoyo, I suppose, |
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I play like fashion comes and goes. |
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I can't set my mind on you. |
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And yes I lied about those lovers, |
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That they were just some kind of cover |
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For the nights we used to share. |
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I've seen this water a lot before, |
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Still I cross it once more. |
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I shook the hand of the boatman |
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Who would take me back along bridges I burnt |
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The bridges I burnt |
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Bridges I burnt by now |
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I shook the hand of the boatman |
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Who would take me back along bridges I burnt |
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The bridges I burnt |
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Bridges I burnt by now |
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And there are people taking bets, |
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Living all around our bed, |
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For I can set my thoughts on you. |
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And I reduced them to a scratch. |
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You know, just some pre-fucked-up match |
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For the nights we used to share. |
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But I don't believe I care. |
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I shook the hand of the boatman |
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Who would take me back along bridges I burnt |
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The bridges I burnt |
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Bridges I burnt by now |
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I shook the hand of the boatman |
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Who would take me back along bridges I burnt |
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The bridges I burnt |
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Bridges I burnt by now |
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I shook the hand of the boatman |
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Who would take me back along bridges I burnt |
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I shook the hand of the boatman |
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Who would take me back along bridges I burnt |
