| We go back down
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| We sing the same complaints again
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| And again
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| I feel like everything is right on top of me
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| But even so I’m doing quite alright
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| I usually got myself out by now
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| But not this time
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| And I just thought you should know
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| I won’t stop
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| 'Til every bone inside my body falls apart
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| 'Cause that’d clear all the plush
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| And make way for better things
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| 'Cause I’m the best at what I do
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| And I won’t stop 'til I hear you sing along
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| At the top of your lungs
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| To every word in every song I wrote for you??? |
| my death
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| It’s so ironic that
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| Honestly I don’t think the? |
| are worth it in the end
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| But I do my best and I don’t forget it (??)
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| 'Cause that leave wonders where the thought would be (??)
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| Has kept me walking in the dark
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| So I don’t lose my place
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| I won’t stop
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| 'Til every bone inside my body falls apart
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| 'Cause that’d clear all the plush
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| And make way for better things
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| 'Cause I’m the best at what I do
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| And I won’t stop 'til I hear you sing along
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| At the top of your lungs
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| To every word in every song I wrote for you
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| (In every song I wrote for you)
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| And every time it is this way
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| I don’t look back
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| I’ve got nothing to save
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| Only things to say
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| I won’t stop
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| 'Til every bone inside my body falls apart
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| 'Cause that’d clear all the plush
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| And make way for better things
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| 'Cause I’m the best at what I do
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| And I won’t stop 'til I hear you sing along
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| At the top of your lungs
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| To every word in every song I wrote for you
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| (In every song I wrote for you)
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| To every word in every song I wrote for you |