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Well, maybe I will, maybe I won't |
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When I'm done with the thrill, when I finally come home |
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But that's a long way home that is |
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When I finally come away from all the sinking ships |
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I'm tired of trying |
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It could take a long time |
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To forget that color of the water |
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Only the deepest blues |
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Can get me back to the crux of the matter |
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She's a replica, an imitation of my conscience |
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And she knows I'm stepping inside of bliss |
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She's a replica, another image of no patron saints |
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Not one, no one to trust outside of this |
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Well, maybe I will, maybe I won't |
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If I'm losing my step will you carry me home? |
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But that's a long way home that is |
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Can I finally walk away from all the sinking ships? |
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Oh baby, I'm trying |
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It could take a long time |
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To forget that color of the water |
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Only the deepest blues |
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Can get me back to the crux of the matter |
[02:33.38] |
She's a replica, an imitation of my conscience |
[02:38.30] |
And she knows I'm stepping inside of bliss |
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She's a replica, another image of no patron saints |
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Not one, no one to trust outside of this |
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But it's got blood, not your blood |
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It's that blood on your hands |
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Well, your friends are your friends |
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Or your biggest fans |
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So pin that letter, pin that letter |
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Pin that letter to your chest |
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I confess, I confess, I confess |
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Bring it back and cut it loose |
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Put it on like all the rest |
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You tell them lies, I'll tell them truths |
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I confess, I confess |
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She's a replica, an imitation of my conscience |
[03:20.65] |
And she knows I'm stepping inside of bliss |
[03:24.40] |
She's a replica, another image of no patron saints |
[03:29.57] |
Not one, no one to trust outside of this |
[03:32.85] |
She's a replica, an imitation of my conscience |
[03:37.60] |
And she knows I'm stepping inside of bliss |
[03:41.31] |
She's a replica, another image of no patron saints |
[03:46.37] |
Not one, no one to trust outside of this |