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I'm worried I aint got the nerve to play |
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I'm told my problem's I act to late |
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That even though I know what I say |
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It may not translate |
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I only ever try to avoid these games |
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If I lose my baby then I lose my way |
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Who never could wait |
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I aint competing just to hold you back |
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I'm never hiding you just follow my tracks |
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I have the kind of thoughts you gotta distract |
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I wouldn't lean on that |
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I get no feeling the ordinary way |
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I'm only guessing, guess I like it that way |
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You see that habit still remains |
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Of hiding from change |
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The only voice that answers me |
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Is the voice of mine at age thirteen? |
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Who learnt you never get no place |
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With the weakest handshake |
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I lie under and hide the worst |
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I prepare for the end of the first |
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I have the kind of thoughts |
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That sleeps like a curse |
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And it leans on her |
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I aint competing just to to hold you back |
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I'm never hiding you just follow my tracks |
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I have the kind of thoughts you just gotta distract |
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I wouldn't lean on that |
