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Half past nine, quarter to ten |
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Ten fifteen and we're comin' around again |
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Hold off are we going soft? |
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Flushed my Zoloft and we're comin' around again |
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Found out and I almost drowned |
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Walked back down and we're comin' around again |
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If I could talk I'd tell you |
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If I would smile I'll let you know |
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You are far and away |
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My most imaginary friend |
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If I could talk I'd tell you |
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When I could smile I'll let you know |
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If I could talk I'd tell you |
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Khmer Rhouge, genocide qua |
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Your place or Mein Kempf now I'm givin' the dog a bone |
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Slight hunch without the vaguest clue |
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To keep the blood balanced now we're comin' around again |
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Half past nine, quarter two |
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Ten fifteen and we're comin' around again |
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If I could talk I'd tell you |
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If I could smile I'll let you know |
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You are far and away |
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My most imaginary friend |
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If I could talk I'd tell you |
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When I could smile I'll let you know |
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If I could talk I'd tell you |
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If I could talk I'd tell you |
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If I could smile I'll let you know |
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(If I could talk I'd tell you) |
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You are far and away |
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My most imaginary friend |
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If I could talk I'd tell you |
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When I could smile I'll let you know |
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You are far and away |
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My most imaginary friend |
