| Green grass where’d you go
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| Can’t find Geronimo, hmm
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| Fell on a dagger, but it’s all my own
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| Fell on some thorns from seeds I’ve sown
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| And the curse is high
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| And the curse is high
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| Now everyone can see
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| Now everyone can see
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| Show them my best side, my best side
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| Show them my best side
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| Paint a mystery, a mystery
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| They hang the Mona Lisa and I see my face
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| Etched into the marble of an ancient vase
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| I see you staring and it makes me nervous
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| I see you staring at me
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| Now everyone can see
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| Now everyone can see, hmm
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| Give them my best side and paint a mystery
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| Give them my smile, leave the misery
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| Make me a mystery
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| Yeah, make me a mystery
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| Sometimes I get this feeling that I can’t explain
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| Sometimes I get this feeling that I’m not okay
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| Sometimes I get this feeling I can’t contain
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| Sometimes I get this feeling that we’re not okay
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| Sometimes I get this feeling that I can’t explain
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| Sometimes I get this feeling that I’m not okay
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| Sometimes I get this feeling I can’t contain
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| Sometimes I get this feeling that we’re not okay |