| You’re probably right, seen from your side, that I have been lucky.
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| But I’ve been meaning to crack all week.
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| Yes I’ve been involved, it never resolved into anything shocking.
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| Pain’s playing yoyo in my body as we speak.
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| And now I found something to look for, but I can’t decide,
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| cause I might find that to stroll behind is better than to score.
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| Just like I did before.
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| It wouldn’t be true, not towards you, to say that I’m staying.
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| When on every single impulse, on every other move I react.
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| Cause in any old creek, with changing technique, you’ll see me playing.
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| After any old motherfucking blow I’ll be back.
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| We turned away from instant stuff
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| our cracking codes were breaking up our words were sucked out it made them clean.
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| And after lowness say it and after more let it be known
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| our codes are grown into something mean.
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| You’re probably right, as for tonight, you’re making me nervous.
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| What is it you want me to be thinking of?
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| I’ll put on a movie, I’ll play something groovy as a matter of service.
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| And I’ll chuckle when you smile as a matter of love.
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| Cause you know it’s not my style to be giving up now.
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| And this pain in my side, I had enough.
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| This time I go for instant street
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| This life’s a soulless excuse for all abuse and parenthesis.
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| The flyspecked windows and the stinking lobbies
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| they’ll remain all the same, all the same.
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| This time I go, this time I go,… |