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This is a true confession |
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Of a man that lost his mind. |
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A real regression |
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When it's you that you left behind, |
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But now I'm moving. Now I'm moving. Now I'm moving. |
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It's a weird position. |
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It's a matter you can't contain. |
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A self-repression |
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When your soul wants to hop the train, |
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But now we're moving. Now we're moving. |
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Now we're moving on. |
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Oh my God I put the world on stop. |
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Somehow I've got to add to something. |
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One time before the curtain drops |
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I'm alright. I'm alright. |
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This is a true confession |
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Of a man that lost his mind. |
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A minor question |
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To leave and never look behind |
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And now I'm moving. Now I'm moving. |
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Now I'm moving |
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On and on and on. |
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Oh my God I put the world on stop. |
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Somehow I've got to add to something. |
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One time before the curtain drops |
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I'm alright. I'm alright. |
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What do you mean I lost my mind. |
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This ain't no game. No. |
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What do you mean I lost my mind. |
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I just can't let go. |
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Oh my God I put the world on stop. |
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Somehow I've got to add to something. |
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One time before the curtain drops |
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I'm alright. I'm alright |