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It seems I think I've found a lucky one, |
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who understands the way the world is spun, |
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who knows how to talk, |
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knows how to get upset, |
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who knows how to shock all the thoughts in the back of my head. |
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'Cause everytime I turn you look so lonely, |
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everytime I look, you turn away, |
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you wanna be alone, or so I'm told, |
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and I'm told that you can't be saved. |
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You're nothing less than what I ought to be, |
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a figurehead of long-lost company, |
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who knows how to talk, |
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knows how to get upset, |
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who knows how to shock all the thoughts in the back of my head. |
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'Cause everytime I turn you look so lonely, |
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everytime I look, you turn away, |
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you wanna be alone, or so I'm told, |
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and I'm told that you can't be saved. |
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You don't own it, |
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you can't control it, |
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tun your head the other way. |
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You don't own it, |
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you can't control it, |
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tun your head the other way. |
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'Cause everytime I turn you look so lonely, |
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everytime I look, you turn away, |
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you wanna be alone, or so I'm told, |
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and I'm told that you can't be saved. |
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And everytime I turn, |
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and everytime I turn, |
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you wanna be alone, |
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or so I'm told, |
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and I'm told that you can't be saved |
