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Heart attack |
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Jack-in-the-box |
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I've been here so long |
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I'm starting to rot |
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And you're taking my fear |
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Selling it in jars |
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Back on the playground |
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My knee socks are bloody |
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I need someone to toss the confetti |
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At the ticker-tape parade |
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Falling for myself |
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Look to the fly |
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She used to be pretty |
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Don't say a word |
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But shes drying out slowly |
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You have the answers |
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I have the car keys |
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Lightning rod |
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Strapped to my shoulders |
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I'm searching through windows |
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For right and for thunder |
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That could bring to merciful end this overdrawn way |
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Carpet burns up to my elbows |
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It's time that you learned |
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I guess I should tell you |
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That the things you know about me |
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Never were true |
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Look to the fly |
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I used to be pretty |
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Don't say a word |
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But I'm drying out quickly |
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You have the answers |
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I have the car keys |
