| People I know, places I go
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| Make me feel time
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| I can see how, before the dawn
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| We’re on the inside
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| Here’s where the story ends
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| People I see, weary of me
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| Showing my good side
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| I can see how, before the dawn
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| We’re on the inside
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| Oh, here’s where the story ends
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| Oh, here’s where the story ends
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| It’s that little souvenir, of the terrible years
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| Which makes my eyes feel soar
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| Oh I’ve never should’ve said
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| This shoe fits you well
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| And all that I love
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| It’s that little souvenir, of the terrible years
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| Which makes me wonder why
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| It’s the memory of the
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| That makes me cross, cross by
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| Crazy I know, places I go
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| Make me feel so tired
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| I can see how, people look down
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| Right on the outside
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| Here’s where the story ends
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| People I see, weary of me
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| Showing my good side
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| I can see how, before the dawn
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| We’re on the inside
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| It’s that little souvenir, of the terrible years
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| Which makes my eyes feel soar
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| And who ever would have thought
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| Looks what I brought,
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| Are all that I love
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| Oh that devil and he’s saying
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| Go down in the shame
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| I know where I belong
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| But the only thing I only really wanted to say
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| Was wrong, was wrong, was wrong
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| It’s that little souvenir, of the beautiful years
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| Which makes me smile inside
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| So I said I’m probably sad
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| Where is the way
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| Surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise
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| Here’s where the story ends
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| Here’s where the story ends. |