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Do I, do I? |
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Do I, do I? |
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Do I, do I? |
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Do I? |
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My heart is lament |
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And all my holes are old and filled with cement |
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My bones are full of bees |
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And I'm begging you, I'm down on my knees |
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'Cause you are my cure |
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My mind's a blur |
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And now you're in love, went away |
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And my pale blue sky has turned to gray |
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I'll wait my whole life for the night to come |
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If you bring, bring, bring, bring it on home |
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'Cause I'm stuck like a bug in your hair |
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When you call me out |
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Will you know that I was even there at all? |
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But if I'm your cause for tribulation |
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But I never mean to make you cry |
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It's just that I have no destination |
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And it's too hard to say goodbye |
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And I'll wander around 'til the morning comes |
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'Til you bring, bring, bring, bring it on home |
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'Cause i'm stuck like a bug in your eye |
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When the tears come out |
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Please don't tell me that I made you cry this time |
