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For so many years |
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I held my breath for you, held under what became the ocean. |
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Struggling to find footing on what became the ocean floor, and now, as |
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I reflect on what became my foundation. |
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Who am I to say the grass was ever greener, where my own feet struck the earth? |
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And that the fields, they seem much neater, on my own side of the fence. |
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And who am |
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I to question why you took the path you took? |
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And who the **** am |
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I to open this closed? |
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But the pages just keep turning, turning. |
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And my pen just won't run dry, but my eyes they won't stop burning, and yet you still have no reply. |
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I guess that in a way, it had to be like this. |
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And I guess that in a way, |
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I'm glad it turned out like it did. |
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Because I couldn't stand your sight if |
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I ran into you tonight, and if you died right now |
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I just don't think |
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I'd have too much to say tonight. |
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And who am |
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I to say the grass was ever greener, where my own feet struck the earth? |
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And that the fields, they seem much neater, on my own side of the fence. |
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And who am |
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I to question why you took the path you took? |
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And who the **** am |
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I to open this closed? |
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But the pages just keep turning, turning. |
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If you hear this just forget it. |
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If you hear this just forget it... |
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Oh! [Sample taken from Hot Rod:] "Beating me wouldn't mean anything now, I'm all through" "All I want is to earn your respect, how am I meant to do that if you won't fight me?" "Maybe you shoulv'e thought of that, before you sucked at being a man your whole life" "Oh my god, I hate you so much, I just wanna smash your face in" "Too late, I'm a dead man..." |
