| Now, I can’t behave
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| I feel it in my feet on the streets
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| But don’t you know?
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| There’s something I can feel when I breathe
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| I told you once
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| You’re breaking into separate parts
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| But don’t you know?
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| It’s something that I can’t live without
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| And if somebody’s going to make it
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| Then this somebody ought to be you
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| And I keep telling my reflection
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| Ambitions are already starting to fade
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| I can’t tolerate
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| The feelings that I feel when I feel
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| But don’t you know?
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| Some feelings never seem to let go
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| Like a silverblade
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| I cut my way out of control
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| But don’t you know?
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| Some blades will cut you right to the bone
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| And if somebody’s going to make it
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| Then this somebody ought to be you
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| And if somebody’s going to fake it
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| Then this somebody, somebody is you
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| If it’s me that was going to take it
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| Then I know that it wouldn’t be straight
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| And I keep telling my reflection
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| Ambitions are already starting to fade
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| I Can’t tolerate…
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| (Can't tolerate)
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| I Can’t tolerate…
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| (Can't tolerate)
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| And if somebody’s going to make it
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| Then this somebody ought to be you
|
| And if somebody’s going to fake it
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| Then this somebody, somebody is you
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| If it’s me that was going to take it
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| Then I know that it wouldn’t be straight
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| And I keep telling my reflection
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| Ambitions are already starting to fade
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| And I keep telling my reflection
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| Ambitions are already starting to fade |