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Direction swapped, compass is his |
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Sometimes it's much, yes, sometimes it is |
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She may be off, but you be on her list |
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No time to touch, no time to kiss |
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A total waste of capacity |
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Could be a taste of what it means to me |
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No one gives back, holding empty hands |
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She's got the script, for your romance |
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Some ways just don't end up here |
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Dead-end, shake up, and go clear |
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And so you run |
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And then you run |
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And then you run |
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It's not for good, but I think it should |
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You run |
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Just start to count, you go underground |
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A line in just, comply in just |
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Control, you got, control at last |
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Believe it out on it's time to talk |
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Sometimes you roll, this time you stop |
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And then she set you up |
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Yes, she set you up, oh, oh, oh, oh |
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Don't you let us down, we want you not |
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Don't you let us down |
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No time to wait, we're almost done |
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This ain't "get lays," no time to lose, but time to run |
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And so you run |
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And then you run |
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And then you run |
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It's not for good, but I think it should |
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You run |
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Just start to count, you go underground |
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And then you run |
