| The song wants to repeat just now
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| It sings itself to show you how
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| It throws away its finest line
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| Just to keep the feel and time
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| Just to keep
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| The feel and time
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| It throws away now
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| Its finest line
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| The word wants just to leave my tongue
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| To turn your face, and when that’s dope
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| I’ve got no use for what it proves
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| It only means the way you move
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| It only means
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| The way you move
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| I’ve got no use now
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| For what it proves
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| Close your eyes and shut my mouth
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| The day has worn its welcome out
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| It pats you down and cuffs your hands
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| And makes its bed right where you stand…
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| The prayer wants to believe in you
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| And does in spite of all you do
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| It sings itself just like a song
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| When hope is weak and pride is strong
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| When hope is weak
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| And pride is strong
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| It sings itself now
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| Just like a song
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| The thought wants nothing more than show
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| How little now you really know
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| It burns then it turns cold and mean
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| Taking any offer sight unseen…
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| The song wants to repeat just now
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| It sings itself to show you how
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| It throws away its finest line
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| Just to keep the feel and time
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| Just to keep
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| The feel and time
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| It throws away now
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| Its finest line |