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I'd like to feel like I am doing fine |
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Like to feel like I am doing fine |
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Oh no no... |
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I'd like to feel like I am doing fine |
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Like to feel like I am doing fine |
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More than two minutes after I come |
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Nothing to seek |
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Nothing to prove |
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Don't even need to goof |
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To keep up the party |
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Don't make me move |
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Don't pull away |
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Hang on by a fingernail |
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Or you will be deported |
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This is the best |
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This is the taste |
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Is it anything but a test |
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I keep thinking about it |
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Give it a rest |
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Forget the haste |
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It's a brilliant time to waste |
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And to stay undecided |
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I'd like to feel like I am doing fine |
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Like to feel like I am doing fine |
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Oh no no... |
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I'd like to feel like I am doing fine |
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Like to feel like I am doing fine |
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More than two minutes after I come |
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Time is a pest |
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Ready to doom |
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The equilibrium |
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Between the mind and the body |
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I feel my flesh |
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Turn into clay |
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Ignoring that far away |
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There is a new horizon |
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Losing the point |
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Dropping the ball |
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Tonight I 've seen it all |
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I am not excited |
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A bunker is built |
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Under the sheets |
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A habitat that I need |
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So safe inside it |
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Two minutes of peace |
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Don't make a day |
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My hair must be turning grey |
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From all that thinking about it |
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It is unwise to tip the scales |
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I know |
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And celibacy is just too hard on the soul |
