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There's a quick quick quickening of my pulse and my pace |
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And I think it's sickening how I have to save my face |
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And a drip drip trickling of a lethargy inside |
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Keeps me comatose when I'm on my toes so I'm half alive |
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If I can't play fair |
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With you I cannot play at all |
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What do I do |
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I wish I knew |
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But it's too close to call |
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My eyes are wide |
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The breadth of my deception has me petrified |
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What can I say |
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It was at my invitation that you played tonight |
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Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin |
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There's a quick quick quickening of my pulse and my pace |
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And I think it's sickening how I have to save my face |
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And a drip drip trickling of a lethargy inside |
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Keeps me comatose when I'm on my toes so I'm half alive |
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If I can't play fair |
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With you I cannot play at all |
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What do I do |
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I wish I knew |
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But it's too close to call |
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My knees are weak |
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As I try and find a reason why I can't speak |
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So I look around |
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For something to pin my gaze on like the ground at my feet |
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There's a quick quick quickening of my pulse and my pace |
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And I think it's sickening how I have to save my face |
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And a drip drip trickling of an energy inside |
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Keeps me on my toes when I'm comatose so I'm half alive |
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If I can't play fair |
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With you I cannot play at all |
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What do I do |
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I wish I knew |
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But it's too close to call |
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If I can't play fair |
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With you I cannot play at all |
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What do I do |
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I wish I knew |
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But it's too close to call |
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Oh it's too close to call |
