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I might lift the curse and |
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Fight you all the time |
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I might pinch the ends and |
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Throw you back in line |
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It?s easy and generic |
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So I can mute the beat |
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And the only one left in |
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Is gonna be me |
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?cause I don?t mind it |
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I don?t wanna miss you |
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It?s tight I can?t unwind |
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I?ll be blown to bits but |
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I don?t really want to die |
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And you do me great service |
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When you call my bluff |
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I?ll stay home for hours |
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But it?s just never enough |
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I might beg your pardon |
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When the road is rude |
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And I might count the hours |
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And bend the wire to tune |
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Dissect drawing circles |
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Or spinning in my seat |
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When the coach is yelling |
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Running through the streets |
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?cause I don?t mind it |
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I don?t wanna miss you |
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It?s tight I can?t unwind |
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I?ll be blown to bits but |
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I don?t really want to die |
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And you do me great service |
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When you call my bluff |
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I?ll stay home for hours |
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But it?s just never enough |
