| Today, I feel close to ill
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| It seems to be alright
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| Steady hands and steady feet
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| I push you far behind
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| Miles to go, I’m drifting slow
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| This wholesome life of mine
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| Mother told us not to go
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| No fingers in the fire
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| Alright
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| I am only as good as you want me to be
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| I don’t pick up the phone if I don’t want to speak
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| I am only as good as you want me to be
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| I don’t know what I’m doing
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| It’s easy to see
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| Mmm
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| Pages after pages I write for me and no one else
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| Standing tall, no brick in the wall
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| I take care of myself
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| Fickle is as fickle does
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| As solitary links
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| My, oh my, it’s hard because she says just what she thinks
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| Mmm
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| I am only as good as you want me to be
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| I don’t pick up the phone if I don’t want to speak
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| I am only as good as you want me to be
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| I don’t know what I’m doing
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| It’s easy to see
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| So pour it all on me
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| Pour it all on me
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| You know what
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| Shower me with what you’re giving
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| Human behaviour forgotten
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| Da da dum, da da dum, dum dum
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| Da da dum, da da dum, dum dum
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| How can I be vanilla, baby?
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| How can I be vanilla, baby?
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| How can I be vanilla, baby?
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| How can I be vanilla, baby? |