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In these valuable daysin the most callous of waysyeah, this is where it's at |
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I'm quite aware of that |
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So please just leave what you've becomeit'd be a mess for anyoneyou're such a chameleonit just ain't right, to treat folks so wrongthen you turn into everyones's clowngirl, it's a drag to have you aroundthings we lost in the firehow we gonna get high?i can't just leave what |
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I've becomebut please don't tell just anyoneyou're such a chameleonit just ain't right, to treat folks so wrongthen you turn into everyones's clownbut all you've done, means nothing right nowyou take me for a comedianwho ain't got no clue, how this should be donewell baby, |
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I'm telling you now |
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I'll be long gone when your ship goes down"turning the mind is that anterior turnwhere you simply say 'yes'where you say 'i will'where you say 'ok'It's where you find in yourselfthe ability to say 'every moment is perfect'or 'everyday is a good day''everything is as it should be'you're such a....you're such a.... |
