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I buried my head in the sun |
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There's use in us making plansif there's breath in my lungs |
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I'm keeping myself to myself |
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Still gathering dust on that shelf |
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It was breath my lungs |
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And ..And .as long as |
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I know I'll still breathif there's breath in my lungs |
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Then there's wars to be won |
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I'm buried my neck in the sand |
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There's no use in us making plansif there's breath in my lungs |
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Keeping myself to myselfstill gathering dust on that shelfbecause |
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I'll still be that boythe boy in the backseat. |
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And .as long as |
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I know I'll still breathif there's breath in my lungs |
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Now you're out thereare you .. all |
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I control |
