| Why is my mind twisting up, leaving thoughts behind?
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| I was gone before I’d go
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| The dirtiest deeds justified merely by the need
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| To seldom lay down alone
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| You don’t speak away for long
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| Lover’s rarely sleep
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| They are bound to the phone
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| Yet on a day plain and mild
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| With a smile violently wild
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| We had just begun
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| We’ll blame it on the sun
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| We’ll blame it on our signs
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| We’ll blame it on a misstep
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| Lack of rhythm, or lack of time
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| There’s no peace, there’s morning noise
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| A new found lack of poise, there are lies and deceit
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| The dirtiest deeds justified merely by the need
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| To seldom lay down alone
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| We had just begun
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| We’ll blame it on the sun
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| We’ll blame it on our signs
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| We’ll blame it on a misstep
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| Lack of rhythm, or lack of time
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| We’re out of tune and you’ll be gone
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| And I’ll be leaving soon
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| We were born without a song
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| And we do not belong
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| Out of tune, you’ll be gone
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| And I’ll be leaving soon
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| We were born without a song
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| And we do not belong
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| Yet on a day plain and mild
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| With a smile violently wild
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| We’ll blame it on our signs
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| We’ll blame it on a misstep
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| Lack of rhythm, or lack of time |