| I was walking down the river
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| Playing solitary quiver
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| I was thinking about a million different lives
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| She came dancing up a mountain
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| Spread her whiteness like a fountain
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| And an hint of broken turquoise in her eyes
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| She came all the way to say I didn’t stand
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| A single chance the state that I was in
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| I said:
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| «Your sould is a-swaying»
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| She said:
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| «Hey that’s a pretty saying, but unfortunately it is not true»
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| She said:
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| «You're just looking for another to love you»
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| Now we all know the world is dying
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| And expenses multiplying
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| But you could try to take it easy too
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| Let me take you for a ride
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| I will take you for a ride
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| 'Cause in time
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| You’ll be mine
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| When you’re mine
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| It’ll be oh so fine yeah!
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| At the time I wasn’t feeling that good
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| At the time I wasn’t feeling that good
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| I wasn’t longing for a strange delight
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| I wasn’t flashing on the dark of night
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| I wasn’t going for no periodic mood
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| I wasn’t suffering no odd decease
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| I never thought of it as no unease
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| But when it called me I just had to let it loose
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| It never made me wonder or even think
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| Just merely tapping tapping on my instinct
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| It left me there but I wasn’t left to choose
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| Now I heard stories about this kind of thing
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| It haphazardly just sucks you in
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| Makes you do stuff you never thought you’d do
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| One night it drove me to despair
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| What if anybody had seen me there?
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| To this day I still wonder how they knew
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| They started spreading rumors about my state
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| You know how it goes around this place
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| Now and then they just need someone to screw
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| My senses numb but I could feel
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| Four, five years been taken out of me
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| If you’d ask me, there’s no way I could prove
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| The smell of hysteria was chemical
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| The air around me thick and physical
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| My mind was racing but myself I couldn’t move
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| It had me running, running, running…
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| Now I heard stories this kind of thing
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| It doesn’t lose it just let’s you win
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| With a little bit of luck you don’t come out too bruised
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| Such anger that I couldn’t vent
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| So much energy I couldn’t spend
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| It would have fucked me over if I hadn’t cut it loose. | 
| Yeah
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| I wasn’t suffering no odd decease
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| I never thought of it as no unease
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| Next time it calls me I’ll be ready 'cause I know
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| I’ll be ready
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| I’ll be ready |