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Nothing I heard was worth repeating |
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But I wouldn't put it down |
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Nothing I saw was worth believing |
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No saviors hanging 'round |
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And was it you with all that know how? |
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Just given what for |
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Read the words but your story |
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Just doesn't get told |
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Something here doesn't seem like it did yesterday |
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I know it's just me |
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The prize for the cynic comes due today |
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And I know it's for me |
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And when you get your bird flying |
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And your soul's left the ground |
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Something seems to be getting closer |
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What you've left, what you've found |
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And was it you with all that know how? |
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Just given what for |
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Read the words but your story |
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Just doesn't get told |
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Something here doesn't seem like it did yesterday |
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I know it's just me |
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The prize for the cynic comes due today |
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And I know it's for me |
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Nothing I heard was worth repeating |
|
But I wouldn't put it down |
|
Nothing I saw was worth believing |
|
No saviors hanging 'round |
|
And was it you with all that know how? |
|
Just given what for |
|
Read the words but your story |
|
Just doesn't get told |
|
Something here doesn't seem like it did yesterday |
|
I know it's just me |
|
The prize for the cynic comes due today |
|
And I know it's for me |
|
Something here doesn't seem like it did yesterday |
|
I know it's just me |
|
The prize for the cynic comes due today |
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And I know it's for me |
