| Supposition worse than flu
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| Over my head
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| Hangs a weighted lung for two
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| Wings aloud and bound for nowhere else
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| But back where they belong
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| A third eye may be too strong
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| For when you’re going
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| If you think you know the rules
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| Think again
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| If you think you know the rules
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| Think again
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| Because lightning won’t strike twice
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| And I might not be enough
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| To blow the fuse again
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| Perfect lesion is the crime on my mind
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| Hangs a weighted heart of mine
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| If I pulled these two apart to see
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| Just where I went wrong
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| A clear eye could see no wrong
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| In where I’m going
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| If you think you know the rules
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| Think again
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| If you think you know the rules
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| Think again
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| Because lightning won’t strike twice
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| And I might not be enough
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| To blow the fuse again
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| If you expect me to deliver
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| I will simply steal the horse
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| If you expect me to deliver
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| If you think you know the rules
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| Think again
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| If you think you know the rules
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| Think again
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| Because lightning won’t strike twice
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| And I might not be enough
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| To blow the fuse again
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| And I might not be enough
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| To blow the fuse again
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| To blow the fuse again
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| To blow the fuse again
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| To blow the fuse again
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| To blow the fuse again … |