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Now, after all, don't it feel like nothing |
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Like walking away |
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Like a mouth full of rain |
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At 12:00, the bell starts ringing |
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A dog starts barking |
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And you're still missing |
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Still missing something |
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You've never known what it was |
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And I'm not one for thinking twice |
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But I know this much is true |
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The earth will turn, the pot'll burn |
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And you are my revolver |
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Just waking up |
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Some dogs start barking |
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A bell starts ringing |
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And you're still missing |
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And after all, don't it feel like nothing |
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Like walking away |
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Like a mouth full of rain |
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I'm holding on |
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'Cause you're my revolver |
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And I dreamed of ending |
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In a violent way |
