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in my race, to have it all |
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To nail it all, I have become |
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A useless bag, a dead man's sack |
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All these things find me now |
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But I get myself a good night's sleep |
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I don't know what to do about you now |
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Sometimes breathing's |
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The hardest thing to do |
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I'm runnin' after you |
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Two souls leavin' |
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ever feelin' down |
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never turn around |
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I keep on, movin' round |
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Turnin' down the things you do |
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Would it change anything |
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Heavenly Saints at all |
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But I get myself a good night's sleep |
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I don't know what to do about you now |
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Sometimes breathin's |
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The hardest thing to do |
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Runnin' after you |
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Two souls leavin' |
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ever feelin' down |
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never turn around |
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Now that I know, yeah |
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You know that I will |
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Now that I know |
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I keep on movin', cruisin' |
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Sometimes breathing's |
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The hardest thing to do |
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Runnin' after you |
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Two souls leavin' |
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ever feelin' down |
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never turn around |
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Sometimes breathing's (We could make it and it) |
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The hardest thing to do (Should be alright, cause the bad things inside) |
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Runnin' after you |
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Sometimes breathing's (We could make it and it) |
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The hardest thing to do (Should be alright, cause the bad things inside) |
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Runnin' after you |
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Two souls leavin' (Now we can make it and it) |
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ever feelin' down (Should be alright cause there's bad things inside) |
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Never turn around |