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Unravel me, a distant cord |
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On the outside is forgotten |
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A constant need to get along |
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And the animal awakens |
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And all I feel is black and white |
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The road is long |
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The memory slides |
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To the whole of my undoing |
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Put aside, I put away |
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I push it back to get through each day |
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And all I feel is black and white |
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And I'm wound up small and tight |
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And I don't know who I am |
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Everybody loves you when you're easy |
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Everybody hates when you're a bore |
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Everyone is waiting for your entrance |
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So don't disappoint them |
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Unravel me, untie this chord |
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The very center of our union |
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Is caving in, I can't endure |
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I am the archive of our failure |
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And all I feel is black and white |
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And I'm wound up |
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Small and tight |
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And I don't know who I am |
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Everybody loves you when you're easy |
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Everybody hates when you're a bore |
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Everyone is waiting for your entrance |
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So don't disappoint them |
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Everybody loves you when you're easy |
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So don't disappoint them |
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Don't disappoint them |
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Don't disappoint them |
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Don't disappoint them |
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