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You're worn out. |
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I'm worn out. |
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We're all worn out. |
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A million days, a thousand years, a house that falls down. |
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Nothing seem to make a difference anymore, and nothing's such a lonely sound. |
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Somewhere in the distance feet might find a floor, but it's all worn out. |
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Here I am Birmingham. |
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So all worn out. |
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Dull and void, another box, too small to stand up. |
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Nothing seems to make a difference anymore, and nothing's such a lonely sound. |
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Hard from such a distance to kick down the door. |
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These boots are all worn out. |
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Found a gun. |
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Can't melt it down. |
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Too all worn out. |
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Time will tell, not very well. |
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The worst to come, dear. |
