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I'm at my best when I'm at my worst |
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I'm at worst when it's not rehearsed |
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I don't wanna know the goddamn words |
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I don't wanna have to spell it out |
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Don't wanna mumble what i'm trying to say |
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I wanna scream it from my foaming mouth |
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Shoot out the lights and ride away |
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I'm at my worst when I'm at my best |
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I'm at my best when I'm trying to look |
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And think and talk and sing and read and write |
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Like all the rest |
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We're all just trying to play our rolls |
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In a play that runs ad nauseam |
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I hate this damn enlightenment |
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We were better off as animals, right? |
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We're at our best when it's from our hips |
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From our hips we don't give a shit |
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It just feels good and that's no sin |
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It's the only way to feel alive |
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The closest thing to being born again |
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And when baby comes it's job well done |
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Roll in the hay, oh roll around the sun |
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We're at our worst when it's from our lips |
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From our lips we caused a rift, |
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And world has fallen in |
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From babble to ball room brawls |
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Our words have formed a death sentence |
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And I wish that we had never talked |
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Our hips said it all |
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And I wish that we had never talked |
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Our hips said it all |
