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Well I'm feelin left behind, lord what a way to start time |
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They're gonna get you, run on |
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How can I respect your crime |
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When all you criminals whine |
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They bought and sold you, run on, run on... yeah |
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Well you can call me crazy |
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Uh-you can call me wrong, cuz |
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See I was born a liar, albatross |
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Fly on, fly on |
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My home is kind, man it pays to be blind |
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Well I promise to forget you, run on, yeah |
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No swallowed pride, no conspiracy lie |
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Oh, broken promise of virtue, run on, lord, run on... |
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Well you can call me lazy |
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But I know where |
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I belong, cuz |
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Cuz I was born a liar, albatross |
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Fly on, fly on... with your trust in love |
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From your god above... ha-ha! |
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Oooo, I believe... the albatross |
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Well you can call me crazy |
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Uh-you can call me wrong, cuz see |
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I was born a liar, albatross |
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Fly on, fly on |
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I should have seen the signs |
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Now the memories far behind |
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It was no big loss, fly on albatross... |
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Yeah Fly on! |
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Fly on! Albatross! |
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Yeah! Fly on... |
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Fly on... |