| There’s a voice and it tells me I’m no good
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| Can you tell me how to beg for your love?
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| And there’s a noise, yeah it’s keeping me awake
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| Like I’m waiting on that train to come
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| It’s in my melody, my soul
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| When I get fucked up and I let it go
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| It’s in my thoughts
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| My body when I dream, that bottle when I drink
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| No more and I’m not sure
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| My mind is falling now, I feel like falling
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| On the bedroom floor
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| I start to sink until I realize something
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| I just don’t know
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| I see stars in my fingerprints
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| And I’m holding out my hand
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| Spin that globe on your fingertips
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| There’s no telling where I am
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| Hit the road and I flick a cigarette
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| When it’s right, I’m turning left till its gone
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| And where is home? |
| Yeah it’s always facing west
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| But I never know until I’m all alone
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| It’s in my melody, my soul
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| When I get fucked up and I let it go
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| It’s in my thoughts
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| My body when I dream, that bottle when I drink
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| No more and I’m not sure
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| Oh I’m not sure
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| I’m not sure
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| I see stars in my fingerprints
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| And I’m holding out my hand
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| Spin that globe on your fingertips
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| There’s no telling where I am
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| Whoa, spin that globe
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| Nobody knows where it all goes
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| Ooh, whoa, spin that globe
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| Nobody knows where it all goes
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| O-oh, spin that globe
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| Nobody knows where it all goes
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| O-oh, where it all goes
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| Where it all goes
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| I see stars in my fingerprints
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| And I’m holding out my hand
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| Spin that globe on your fingertips
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| There’s no telling where I am |