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I put my life on hold and took you home |
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Good sense shot down I placed you on a throne |
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Where was the wheel that kept me on the road |
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The force of nature preventing overload |
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So don't you know I've been dressed to kill |
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If you got the tools be careful what you build |
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When the arrow's in the bull's-eye every time |
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It's hard assuming that the archer's blind |
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My quicksand |
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Let me introduce you |
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To my final stand |
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I went to Paris once |
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I thought I had a plan |
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I woke up with an accent |
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I wound up in quicksand |
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My quicksand |
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I was full of foreign notions at the start |
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There was never once |
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When I was off my guard |
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For any ghost of every poet in the ground |
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There's one like me |
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To buy the guys a round |
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My quicksand |
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Let me introduce you |
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To my final stand |
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I went to Paris once |
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I thought I had a plan |
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I woke up with an accent |
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I wound up in quicksand |
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My quicksand |
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I'm going down |
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You and me together going down |
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It's not what I'd been told about this town |
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That when you least expect if you can drown |
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In quicksand |
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My quicksand |
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My quicksand |
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Let me introduce you |
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To my final stand |
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I went to Paris once |
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I thought I had a plan |
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I woke up with an accent |
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I wound up in quicksand |
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My quicksand |
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My quicksand |
