| I guess I better lay down for a while
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| Until I’m in the ground or 'til some god says go
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| Oh, time goes fast and I’m going down, oh
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| So I stand as the clown with all my heads down
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| I’m lost in all of them ways to dance
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| And the more I caress, the less I’m confident
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| I don’t care if I look fake or not
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| I’m just longing for someone to take me on
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| Could it be I should restart myself somewhere?
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| To be sharp and easy, oh I’d like that
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| But I go back and forth 'cause I’m lost in town
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| I just stand on one spot like a sad clown
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| I’m lost in all of them ways to dance
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| And the more I caress, the less I’m confident
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| I don’t care if I look fake or not
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| I’m just longing for someone to come and take me on
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| I’m lost in all of them ways to dance
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| And the more I caress the less I’m confident
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| I don’t care if I look fake or not
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| I’m just longing for someone to take me on |