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While I sit and think of another song that we can sing |
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You can fret and think of another wrong I did bring |
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And I can't move the sun, babe, to make you shine |
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I'm the only one who can say that this light is mine |
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I think I'll close my eyes while you snap, |
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"Where's my map?" |
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I think I'll go |
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And did you know? |
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You can't crucify yourself |
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No, that takes two |
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Maybe you could use some help |
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And if you do just say you do |
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Every pickle comes from cucumber |
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You don't have to act appalled |
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Where's my door and where is my number? |
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I'm lost in these halls |
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And I'm not saying I don't like your carrion |
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But your preacher's pride is just like Marion |
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And when I felled a bird |
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Then you'd laugh at your half |
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That you let rot |
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Now doll, here's a thought |
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You can't crucify yourself |
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No, that takes two |
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Maybe you could use some help |
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And if you do just say you do |
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You can't crucify yourself |
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Now that takes two |
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Maybe you could use some help |
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And if you do just say you do |
