| The floor will have its way, it seems
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| It fights me like a trampoline
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| It won’t let me on the ground
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| So this time I’m not coming down
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| This time I’m not coming down
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| I’ve been talking in my sleep
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| You once kissed me not to hear me speak
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| And loved me just so you could leave
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| Every bit of life wrung out of me
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| And this time I’m not coming down
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| This time I’m not coming down
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| Trampoline
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| Trampoline
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| The whole platoon is overfed
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| And we’re in this thing over our heads
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| My mind it’s never been so clear
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| But I stutter like an auctioneer
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| As the night has come alive with dreams
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| That hoot and holler, spit and scream
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| Every one of them is sick with lust
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| But every one of them will outlive us
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| And this time I’m not coming down
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| This time I’m not coming down
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| Trampoline
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| Trampoline
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| And if I really thought I could
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| I’d give up your ghost for good
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| But I’m not sure it isn’t you
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| That keeps my ghost from leaving too
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| But I don’t miss you half as much
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| As who you made me think I was
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| When I could see myself the way you do
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| I could almost see myself in you
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| I could almost see myself in you
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| This time I’m not coming down
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| This time I’m not coming down
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| This time I’m not coming down
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| Trampoline
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| Trampoline
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| Trampoline
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| Trampoline
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| Trampoline |