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Are We Allies Or Enemies |
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This Will Be The Death Of Me |
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Feeling Moody, Dark And Heavy |
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There's No Feeling In My Left Arm |
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If I'm So Smart And I'm So Pretty |
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Damn This Town And Damn This City |
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I Think I'll Take My Whiskey Neat |
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My Coffee Black And My Bed At Three |
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See How I Circle, Imaginary Mind |
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Let The Maze Of My Design Carry You On |
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Running Through Hurdles, Running In Circles |
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Just Bumped My Head And My Face Turns Purple |
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Happiness Hit Her Like A Train On A Track |
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Comin Towards Her Stuck Still No Turning Back |
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She Hid Around Corners And She Hid Under Beds |
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She Killed With Kisses And From It She Fled |
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With Every Bubble, She Sank With A Drink |
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And Washed It Away Down The Kitchen Sink |
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I Created Those Around Me |
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Though, I Don't Know Which Is Worse |
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On Some Level, I Think I Always Understood |
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That These Hands Of Mine Were Clumsy |
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And I Tried To Do The Best That I Could |
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I Couldn't Bring Myself To Hold You |
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Caught In The Moment, Not Even Thinkin' Twice |
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Everything's Frozen, Nothing But You And I |
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Tell Me, Boy, Are You The Oldest Son |
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Does Your Mama Have Brown Eyes |
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You Fall Through The Trees |
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And You Pray With Your Knees On The Ground |
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For Those Things That You Need |
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With Your Lust And Your Greed Weighing Down |
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And You Weaken Your Love |
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And You Hold It Above Your Head |
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Success Is A Song Of The Heart |
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Not A Song Of Your Bed |
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And We All Still Die, Yeah We All Still Die |
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What Will You Leave Behind, We All Still Die |
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Ain't It Funny How I Scare Myself Sometimes |
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Don't Be Cute, Be Scary |
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You're So Down Bad For Anything |
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Been Mad Since You Were Seventeen |
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You Drink To Forget Everything |
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And Now You're Seeking Blood |
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You Don't Smile Anymore |
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You're A Drifter, Shape-Shifter |
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Let Me See You Run |
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Hey-Ya, Hey-Ya |
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Wayward Winds, A Voice That Sings |
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Of A Forgotten Land |
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