| This time each day I do walks down the hall.
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| My ceiling shakes like the up above.
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| Just remember when I cut you down for the second time
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| It happens to the better of the brightest minds
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| And remember when I cut you down the third time
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| It happens to the better of the brightest minds
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| And these quiet hours I don’t know how to talk
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| I’ll play your game it really don’t suit me at all
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| Just remember when I cut you down
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| It happens to the better of the brightest minds
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| And remember when I cut you down for the third time
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| It happens to the better of the brightest minds
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| My, how she goes and goes.
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| Here we are
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| This road |