| Is it the lies?
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| Is it the style?
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| It’s a mercenary territory
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| I wish you knew the story
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| I’ve been out here so long dreamin up songs
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| I’m temporarily qualmless and sinking
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| I’ve did my time in that rodeo
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| It’s been so long and I’ve got nothing to show
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| Well I’m so plain loco
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| Fool that I am I’d do it all over again
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| Is it the style?
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| Is it the lies?
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| Is it the days into nights
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| Or the «I'm sorry"s into fights
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| Now some kind of man, he can’t do anything wrong
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| If I see him I’ll tell him you’re waiting
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| 'Cause I’m devoted for sure but my days are a blur
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| Well your nights turn into my mornings
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| Well I did my time in that rodeo
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| Fool that I am I’d do it all over again
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| Is it love keeps you waiting so long
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| Makes you say I’ll see you around
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| The forces that be, they just don’t see
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| While your nights turn into my mornings
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| Is it the style?
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| Is it the lies?
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| Is it the days into nights
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| Or the «I'm sorrys» into fights |