| There is no one, you said
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| That can get in your head, but I
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| Well I can’t see the night which you wed
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| You transform every note
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| And join in with a quote, but no
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| Line is the one that will clear your throat
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| Hold your sign
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| Before I
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| Get tired of your ways to turn a blind eye
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| Hold your sign
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| Before I
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| Get tired of your ways to turn a blind eye
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| Now listen up
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| Now listen once again
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| Before we start this, before we begin
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| This isn’t mine to win
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| It was never mine to say anything
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| But listen up
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| Yes listen once again
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| I know you’re looking for the truth within
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| Another poet’s sin
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| For all concern I ask stop listening
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| Hold your sign
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| Before I
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| Get tired of your ways to turn a blind eye
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| Hold your sign
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| Before I
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| Get tired of your ways to turn a blind eye
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| Now listen up
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| Now listen once again
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| Before we start this, before we begin
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| This isn’t mine to win
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| It was never mine to say anything
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| But listen up
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| Yes listen once again
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| I know you’re looking for the truth within
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| Another poet’s sin
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| For all concern I ask stop listening
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| Now listen up
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| Now listen once again
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| Before we start this, before we begin
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| This isn’t mine to win
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| It was never mine to say anything
|
| But listen up
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| Yes listen once again
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| I know you’re looking for the truth within
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| Another poet’s sin
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| For all concern I ask stop listening
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| Now listen up
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| Now listen once again
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| Before we start this, before we begin
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| This isn’t mine to win
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| It was never mine to say anything
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| But listen up
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| Yes listen once again
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| I know you’re looking for the truth within
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| Another poet’s sin
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| For all concern I ask stop listening |