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It's not the things that |
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I can't change that bother me |
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And it's not the things that |
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I don't know that undermine me |
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It's not the thing that |
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I can't hold or the balancing wire |
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That broke, that throws me |
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It's not the fact that |
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You walked out that bewilders me |
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It's not the sleep that |
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I can't steal that wires me |
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It's not the coffee or the pills |
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It's not this space that |
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I can't fill that kills me |
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Well, in case you didn't know |
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I've got a heart made of chrome |
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It's been bent 'til it was twisted |
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And in case you didn't know |
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I've got a heart made of chrome |
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It's been burned |
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But it's still willing to try and shine |
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It's not the drunks and their devices |
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That provoke me |
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And it's not the politics of love and distance |
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And all that that shit evokes in me+ |
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It's not the Sunday morning fights |
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Or this soul on ice that numbs me |
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And it's not the passing of another Indian |
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Summer that saddens me |
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It's no the shutter in the undertow |
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That bears down on me |
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It's not everything ending as it begins |
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Or the loneliness that grins that destroys me |
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Well, in case you didn't know |
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I've got a heart made of chrome |
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It's been bent 'til it was twisted |
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And in case you didn't know |
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I've got a heart made of chrome |
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It's been burned |
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But it's still willing to try and shine, yeah shine |
