| The first time’s easy I could walk away, but something in me makes me stay
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| The second I leave you I’m without
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| Third time lucky without a doubt this disease is growing in me from a seed into
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| a twisted tree
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| It’s like an obsession, an addiction
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| You keep on running straight across, straight across my mind
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| I’ll never look away
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| It’s like the sun has opened up my eyes
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| You’re straight across my mind (my mind)
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| Straight across my mind (my mind)
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| Forced expression fails to meet expectations of the weak
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| Cinco de Mayo comes again
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| Six years dying to understand this disease that’s growing in me from a seed
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| into a twisted tree
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| It’s like an obsession, an addiction
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| You keep on running straight across, straight across my mind
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| I’ll never look away
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| It’s like the sun has opened up my eyes
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| You’re straight across my mind
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| Now this disease is growing in me from a seed into a twisted tree
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| It’s like an obsession, an addiction
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| You keep on running straight across, straight across my mind
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| I’ll never look away
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| It’s like the sun has opened up my eyes
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| It’s like the sun has opened up my eyes
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| You’re straight across my mind (my mind)
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| Straight across my mind (my mind)
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| Straight across my mind |