| Well I’m feelin left behind, lord what a way to start time
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| They’re gonna get you, run on How can I respect your crime
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| When all you criminals whine
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| They bought and sold you, run on, run on… yeah
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| Well you can call me crazy
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| Uh-you can call me wrong, cuz
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| See I was born a liar, albatross
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| Fly on, fly on My home is kind, man it pays to be blind
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| Well I promise to forget you, run on, yeah
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| No swallowed pride, no conspiracy lie
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| Oh, broken promise of virtue, run on, lord, run on…
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| Well you can call me lazy
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| But I know where I belong, cuz
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| Cuz I was born a liar, albatross
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| Fly on, fly on… with your trust in love
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| From your god above… ha-ha!
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| Oooo, I believe… the albatross
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| Well you can call me crazy
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| Uh-you can call me wrong, cuz
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| see I was born a liar, albatross
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| Fly on, fly on I should have seen the signs
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| Now the memories far behind
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| It was no big loss, fly on albatross… Yeah
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| Fly on!
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| Fly on!
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| Albatross!
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| Yeah!
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| Fly on…
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| Fly on… |