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When we caught up with those ahead, |
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When we felt older we felt dead, |
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Cuz everything we thought we had, |
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Was seeming selfish, |
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Seared and sad, |
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Dressed in black we smelled like thieves, |
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Wearing salt stains on our sleeves, |
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And how on earth did it get so late? |
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Everything I've made I hate. |
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But it keeps me on my toes, |
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Yeah it keeps me on my toes. |
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I can read that pretty face, |
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You can bleed but you can't fake, |
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Try to ask me one more time, |
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And I won't make you a line, |
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I've checked in all my secret drawers, |
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But I've got needs within my pores, |
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You don't need another vice, |
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Let's sleep alone and meet some other night. |
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But it keeps me on my toes, |
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Yeah it keeps me on my toes |