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i'm torn, torn, torn, torn |
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torn between thoughts |
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i'm like a ghost ship |
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i'm lost between shores |
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i'm mostly |
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still mostly yours |
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and they're not shy |
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songs abound |
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and this fantasy |
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brings you down so |
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this advice you told me |
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falls down the beautiful stone |
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i'm torn, torn |
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i'm torn between songs |
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some ones stick |
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and some won't |
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they're innocent tunes |
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so leave them a thought for |
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and they're not shy |
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those songs about you |
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the times fly |
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... abound, oh |
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i'm not shy |
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and so |
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but if it's true that you reap what you sow |
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i've got it coming, i'm told |
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oh rake up the coals ... with the fools |
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but the ... up their shins |
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and they're touching their toes |
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what judgment bared |
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from anyone there? |
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they say, there's a song |
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that it says |
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each |
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torn, torn, torn, torn |
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i'm torn between thoughts |
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like a ghost ship |
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i'm lost between shores |
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you can't see |
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how i'm still yours |
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torn, torn |
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i'm torn between thoughts |
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like a ghost train |
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lost between shores |
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and i'm mostly |
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i'm still yours |
