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Play the tape back, take apart just what happened in your heart |
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Where exactly you fell through |
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Now you're going to do some time, you don't know, did you cross the line? |
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Or did the line cross you? |
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And no one's going to pick you up down here |
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No one's going to say you're in the clear |
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You push, you stretch, you rend apart the edges of just what you are |
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And no one's going to see you disappear |
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Appetite has gone away, anything else you can say |
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Bees are buzzing around the hive |
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A pull-out sofa, some cheap red wine, yeah, you're going to do some time |
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Just get in the car and drive |
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And no one's going to pick you up down here |
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No one's going to say you're in the clear |
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You push, you stretch, you rend apart the edges of just what you are |
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And no one's going to see you disappear |
