| There’s a needle instrument
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| Got the ways
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| He might hold you in pavement
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| In the rest
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| But all the needles, they fall away
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| They broke from me
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| I could call you
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| With every little glare
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| It’s the way that you are
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| You in your were
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| I’ve been living 'fore I came to this
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| I can feel our call is
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| In the needle cracks, the bloody prints
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| You can feel it, the fame won’t let you live
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| It’s the way that you are
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| You in your were
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| Never got it, but you want it all
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| But you couldn’t
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| Never got it, but you want it all
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| But you couldn’t
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| We’ll leave the city, we’re all there
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| Live it through
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| It’s like all is a big whacha do
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| And I can see the runes and lots of girls
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| You should breathe them
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| And tell them what you do
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| It’s the way that you are
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| You in your were
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| Never got it, but you want it all
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| But you couldn’t
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| Never got it, but you want it all
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| But you couldn’t
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| Never got it, but you want it all
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| But you couldn’t
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| Never got it, but you want it all
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| But you couldn’t
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| Never got it, but you want it all
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| But you couldn’t
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| Never got it, but you want it all
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| But you couldn’t |