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The only questions that I get from you |
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are "why are we here?" and "where are the roads all lead it to?" |
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There's all kind of places to go from here |
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but why leave now just to get your fair share of the view |
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It's you, you sold your soul and you jumped the queue |
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Chorus: |
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You're paying money |
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Take off your shirt |
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Close your eyes and tell 'em where it hurts |
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They are the sickness |
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I am the cure, yes |
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I will love you more |
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I will love you more |
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There's no greater crime than to hide away |
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Turn on the lights and let your admirer see your face |
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The conversation that we had last night was out of sight |
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I asked for your hand but |
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oh you don't know |
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you sold your soul to the radio shows |
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Chorus: |
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You're paying money |
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Take off your shirt |
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close your eyes and tell 'em where it hurts |
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They are the sickness |
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I am the cure, yes |
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I will love you more |
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I will love you so much more |
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I don't know what you've been promised |
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You haven't seen much of it yet |
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you'll hang around |
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They'll lead you on |
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Until they throw you right back right back right back |
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