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Got a feeling that you can't do anything you believe, you believe. |
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It's not a secret that you take back anything underneath, underneath. |
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Can't be blamed, won't be fooled, |
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Pocket full of nothing if you don't keep cool. |
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Out of place, don't fit in, |
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Never finish something if you can't begin. |
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Then you tell me you'll rewrite the perfect ending. |
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Gone without a trace. |
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Take a minute to mention everything that you question. |
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You lost the human race. |
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Another chip on your shoulder, got a lot to get over. |
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You swear you wanted this. |
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It's underwhelming how the day gets started. How you begin, you begin. |
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You wouldn't notice if the street just sounded like violins, violins. |
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So take a step. Start again. |
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It's never quite an issue to remember when. |
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Stomp your feet. Lose the knack. |
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On the way you'll figure out the best way back. |
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Then you tell me you'll rewrite the perfect ending. |
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Gone without a trace. |
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Take a minute to mention everything that you question. |
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You lost the human race. |
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Another chip on your shoulder, got a lot to get over. |
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You swear you wanted this. |
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Even when you walk away it feels like running. |
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If you turn your head a certain way, |
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You might see something good. |
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Gone without a trace. |
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Gone without a trace. |
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Take a minute to mention everything that you question. |
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You lost the human race. |
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Another chip on your shoulder, got a lot to get over. |
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You swear you wanted this. |
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Gone without a trace. |
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Take a minute to mention everything that you question. |
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You lost the human race. |
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Another chip on your shoulder, got a lot to get over. |
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You swear you wanted this. |
