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So you're a poet |
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But you've never got a line |
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Some failed creation |
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None of it was worth my dime |
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So much attention |
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And you horde it like a thief |
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But you never worry |
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Just drain them 'til you find relief, yeah |
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Did you trip the wire? |
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Did the whole thing blow? |
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Did you come alive |
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when it was over? |
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Darling beware |
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You're no acrobat |
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You shot to dove |
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Must believe you're the colossal coming |
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Cruel and unfair |
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You'll always be that |
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Sure as I'm gone |
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I hit the ground and I'm more than running |
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Well, any kind of treason |
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And you follow like a sheep |
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Well, everyone's joking |
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But you cut down a little deep |
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There is no limit |
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To whatever you become |
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You smile at the teacher |
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But you love yourself more than anyone, yeah |
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Did you trip the wire? |
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Did the whole thing blow? |
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Did you get in time to the shade? |
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Will you come alive |
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when it's all over? |
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Over! |
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Darling beware |
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You're no acrobat |
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You shot the dove |
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Must believe you're the colossal coming |
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Cruel and unfair |
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You'll always be that |
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Sure as I'm gone |
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I hit the ground and I'm more than running |
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Darling beware |
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Darling beware |
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You shot the dove |
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You shot the dove |
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Cruel and unfair |
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You'll always be that |
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Sure as I'm gone |
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I hit the ground and I'm more than running |