| Those songs we used to sing
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| We haven’t sung them in so long
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| I’ll sing one with you now
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| But first tell me how much I get for biting my tongue
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| I kept my mouth shut but still I got stung, so
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| All gone
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| How do you do it?
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| You put your back into it
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| For so long
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| Making it up just to make it now
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| Yeah, I got it down
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| Propped it up, but right away it fell
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| It ain’t too hard to tell, that
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| It’s all gone
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| How do you do it?
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| You put your back into it
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| For so long
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| You’re all wrong
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| And that’s when I knew it
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| You put your back into it
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| And it was all gone
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| You, sense destroyer
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| A spiritualist
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| Me, a sense enjoyer
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| Materialist
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| But you’re never going to tell me what I can say
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| You’re never going to take my wings away, now
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| It’s all gone
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| How do you do it?
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| You put your back into it
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| For so long
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| I played along with the lunacy (I played along)
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| I played along like it was new to me
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| Just to get along!
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| But now it’s all gone
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| How do you do it?
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| You put your back into it
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| For so long
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| You’re all wrong
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| And that’s when I knew it
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| You put your back into it
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| And it was all gone
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| Those songs we used to sing
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| We haven’t sung them in so long
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| I’ll sing one for you now
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| (La la la la, la la la la)
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| (La la la la la) |