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Movin' through rough waters motel boy |
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And swimming in your sleep |
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How could I be so blind, mis-sighted |
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Not to see there's something wounded deep |
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Anyone could scratch your surface now |
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It's all amphetamine |
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You're blasting yourself into the present |
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Learn some vast indignity, stay that |
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You say that you hate it |
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You want to re-create it |
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I've been around, I've been your lover |
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I let it go at Kill Devil Hill |
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You're coming onto something so fast, so numb |
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That you can't even feel |
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You're drinking the wrong dream now, baby |
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You do-si-do, saddo |
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You're you in cartilage, shark-eyed |
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Shock horror, all present tense |
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And boy your blood is running cold |
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Listen, this is now, this is here, this is me |
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This is what I wanted you to see |
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That was then, was that, that is gone, this is past |
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You cast yourself cast, passed by, gone down fast |
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You say that you hate it |
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You want to recreate it |
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I've played this round, I've played your lover |
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I've played it out to the hilt |
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You're comin' on with something so fast, so numb |
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That you can't even feel |
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You love it, you hate it |
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You want to re-create it |
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Now, this is here, this is me |
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This is what I wanted you to see |
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That was then, was that, that is gone |
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That is what I wanted you to feel |
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You love it, you hate it |
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You spit it out, the bitter pill |
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I've been around, I've been your lover |
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I let it go at Kill Devil Hill |
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You're coming onto something so fast, so numb |
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That you can't even feel |
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I've played this round, I've played your lover |
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I've played it out to the hilt |
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You're comin' on with something so fast, so numb |
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That you can't even feel |
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You played around, you played me lover |
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I let it go at Kill Devil Hill |
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You're moving so hard, so fast, so numb |
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That you can't even feel |
