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Maybe I should speak. |
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We can count our blessings in the rain. |
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Talking is so cheap, save the parlor tricks, count your money alone. |
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Holding on to the free. |
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I want to show you all what |
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I mean. careful what you say |
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And never underestimate the wait. |
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I know you hear the songs that we could sing but do not stay. |
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I hope you know the change. |
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I love the change and now we got the change, we make the song sound like what we want. |
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Who am I to tell you what is wrong? |
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Talking is so cheap, so save the politics, you can never get rid of me. |
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I tell you everything, |
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I write it down. (Whats the destination?) |
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Well, I sew my body to yours so that |
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I can speak but my serpent-hands are holding me, but, my razor tongue will fix it all away. |
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It might be two dimensional, but the story is great. |
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I sew my body to yours so as |
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I can see the lovers in the front row and all the ghosts in the back seat. |
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I sew my body to yours, so as |
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I am free. |
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There's two versions of my fate... and so we shall see. |
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Put me in the dirt. |
