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The clouds roll in one by one |
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And the shapes seem to spell out caution |
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Many worries in my mind |
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Without too many options |
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I take a trip to soothe the pain |
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And get away from the problem |
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I'm near, sign reads clear |
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It's plain inside your cranium |
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Look at the speed you ran |
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You're just a nervous man |
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Too much for your own hand |
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Delirious nomad |
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I find no end to this |
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Paranoid, well, perhaps a bit |
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But i am a spy |
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Loneliest guy |
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With no one to lean on |
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Look at the speed you ran |
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You're just a nervous man |
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Too much for your own hand |
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Delirious nomad |
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Look at the seed you plant |
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Now you're a newborn man |
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Pounding with your right hand |
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Delirious nomad |
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Delirious nomad |
