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It's our call it sways, it stalls |
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I need a little extra time alone |
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Well maybe take the long way home |
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Just enough to get it wrong |
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Nothing like a bad decision |
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Says who you are |
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Fools rush in for the grist in my |
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For the grist in my mill can't you see? |
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When you're perfectly |
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When you're perfectly still |
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One big rout we're all sold out |
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If nothing's off limits, we'll pay |
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Price tags on every other day |
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We're bankrupt here for now |
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But they can't take my anger |
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It can't be touched |
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Fools rush in for the grist in my |
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For the grist in my mill can't you see? |
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When you're perfectly |
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When you're perfectly still |
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Outdated maps, missed pull-out ramps |
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I won't contribute to our own demise |
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Pass up the consolation prize |
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It starts from here from now |
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Nothing like a bad decision |
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Says who you are |
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Fools rush in |
