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Sometimes they raise you feelin' far too fine |
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Bound to be, bound to be my dregs |
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If only up to me, |
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I'd rush it out to see |
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Bound to take us out |
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Sometimes they raise you feelin' far too fine |
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Bound to be, bound to be my dregs |
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If only up to me, |
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I'd rush it out to see |
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Bound to take us out |
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Castaway, we waste all day |
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Failed to figure out what is hailed to be ours |
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Right on some days, falls to the wayside |
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The way, oh way, oh way |
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Got the plans to figure out |
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Plans to figure out |
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Sometimes erase you, pillow thrown to flame |
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Bound to be, bound to be my haste |
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Fold it up to me and rush it [Incomprehensible] |
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Vow to take us |
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Castaway, we waste all day |
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Failed to figure out what is hailed to be ours |
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Right on some days, falls to the wayside |
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The way, oh way, oh way |
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Castaway, we waste all day |
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Failed to figure out what is hailed to be ours |
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Right on some days, falls to the wayside |
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The way, oh way, oh way |
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Got the plans to figure out |
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Plans to figure out |
