| Movin’through rough waters motel boy,
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| and swimming in your sleep.
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| How could I be so blind, mis-sighted,
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| not to see there’s something wounded deep.
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| Anyone could scratch your surface now,
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| it’s all amphetamine
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| you’re blasting yourself into the present
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| learn some vast indignity, stay that,
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| You say that you hate it you want to re-create it
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| I’ve been around, I’ve been your lover.
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| I let it go at Kill Devil Hill,
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| You’re coming onto something so fast, so numb
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| that you can’t even feel.
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| You’re drinking the wrong dream now baby,
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| You do-si-do, saddo
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| You’re you in cartilage, shark-eyed, shock horror, all present tense,
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| and boy your blood is running cold.
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| Listen, this is now, this is here, this is me,
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| this is what I wanted you to see.
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| That was then, was that, that is gone, this is past,
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| you cast yourself cast, passed by, gone down fast.
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| You say that you hate it.
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| You want to recreate it.
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| I’ve played this round, I’ve played your lover.
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| I’ve played it out to the hilt.
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| You’re comin’on with something so fast, so numb
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| that you can’t even feel.
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| You love it. |
| You hate it.
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| You want to re-create it.
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| Now, this is here, this is me.
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| This is what I wanted you to see.
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| That was then, was that, that is gone.
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| That is what I wanted you to feel.
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| You love it. |
| You hate it.
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| You spit it out, the bitter pill.
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| I’ve been around, I’ve been your lover
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| I let it go at Kill Devil Hill.
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| You’re coming onto something so fast, so numb
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| that you can’t even feel.
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| I’ve played this round, I’ve played your lover.
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| I’ve played it out to the hilt.
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| You’re comin’on with something so fast, so numb
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| that you can’t even feel.
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| you played around, you played me lover,
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| I let it go at Kill Devil Hill,
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| You’re moving so hard, so fast, so numb
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| that you can’t even feel. |