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Another song of woe |
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Woe sounds like this |
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You say nothings changed |
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Where were you when my world |
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Was spinning into masquerade? |
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You claim it's just a question of mathematics |
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I shut the door on your amateur dramatics |
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Then you think too much |
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And you talk too much, vicariously |
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Yeah, you think too much |
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And you talk too much |
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Every word is substance free |
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You're the dirt on my collar |
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You're the hole in my favorite shoe |
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You're the last dying breath of love |
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You're the weight that |
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I need to lose |
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And you hurt yourself |
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You say I'm deranged |
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I'll admit to being strange |
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But I just can't stop loving you |
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If the light in your eyes |
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Addiction came as a surprise |
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Didn't think |
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I'd be so into you |
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Then you think too much |
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And you talk too much, so carelessly |
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Yeah, you think too much |
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And you talk too much |
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Every word is substance free |
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You're the dirt on my collar |
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You're the hole in my favorite shoe |
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You're the last dying breath of love |
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You're the weight that |
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I need to lose |
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You're the dirt on my collar |
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You're the hole in my favorite shoe |
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You're the last, last dying breath of love |
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You're the weight that |
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I need to lose |
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You're the dirt on my collar |
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You're the hole in my favorite shoe |
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You're the last dying breath of love |
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You're the weight that |
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I need to lose |
