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By the way dunno what's gotten into me |
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I was raised revering the Bible |
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Born to be a paragon of Industry |
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See me now chasing survival |
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It's all right to split from a scene |
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It's all new to me now. |
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If I say what you want to hear, |
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The face in the mirror won't look right. |
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The face in the mirror won't look right. |
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In a way I miss the thought of apathy |
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And the great days it surrounded. |
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Buried in the comfort of monotony |
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Treading water keeps you from drowning |
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Too late I fear I've been seen |
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A flood spoke in a wheel |
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If I say what you want to hear, |
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The face in the mirror won't look right. |
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The face in the mirror won't look right. |
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So you see |
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I lost a little appetite |
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Wading through the hot water musing |
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WHen the string of day to day and half the night |
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Stays the same you just have to use it. |
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It's all new to me now. |
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If I say what you want to hear, |
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The face in the mirror won't look right. |
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The face in the mirror won't look right. |
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The face in the mirror won't look right. |
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The face in the mirror won't look right. |