| Looking for the buttercups, and I won’t say too much
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| And then it comes a new disease and I won’t let it grow
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| But how many roads have you used for gold?
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| Another race, another speed, so don’t hold back
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| Sixteen little seconds, and you won’t stop running round the track
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| Forgive me because I can’t leave
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| Oh uh oh, where do we go?
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| And how long will it take to slow?
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| Before we slide
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| Butterflies and picklebums, and I really couldn’t give a fuck
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| Am I close to treatment, or can I now go out in the rain?
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| Who will see with me, that we’ll never ever leave this pool?
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| Oh uh oh, where do we go?
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| And how long will it take to slow?
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| Before we slide
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| I have to say, that it’s not too late
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| I have to say, you can never help out too late
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| I must explain, that it’s all sober now
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| Choked water is now all squirting out
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| Pile it up and sit on it next week
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| Because we all live our lives together; |
| in the bleak |