| You think you know me so terribly well
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| A friend or foe, ain’t so easy to tell
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| A dirty look should never imply
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| We ever see eye to eye
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| The thin line between love and hate
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| We cut through it like scissor and tape
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| I’m getting sick of the diesel and speed
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| No-one rides cliché-free
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| Chart that course we’re on
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| Flog that dying swan
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| Claim this poisoned dart
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| To the center of your heart
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| Too many people bend over to please
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| Are we to win or merely here to appease?
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| The bind is weak, the factor remains
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| We’re sharing a ball and chain
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| Chart that course we’re on
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| Flog that dying swan
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| Claim this poisoned dart
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| To the center of your heart
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| Hey
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| Chart that course we’re on
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| Flog that dying swan
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| Claim this poisoned dart
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| To the center of your heart… |