| Where is the voice
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| That would lead me here to fall
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| Why is the dirt always something that I want
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| Look over my shoulder
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| Like a devil speaking for me
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| Why is good always so boring
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| There’s no moral in our story
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| We must be out of our minds
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| We must be out of our minds
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| Don’t you see the cold hand
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| Reaching in to grab
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| But the felling is warm
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| Stare, you’re seeing me
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| Can’t you see me
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| Turning on
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| (coming in, coming in)
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| All I need’s a thought
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| And I’m there
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| Stealing in to guide
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| While you’re taking the fall
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| Then, I’ll leave you there
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| Can’t you see me
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| Guiding on
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| Where is the voice
|
| That would lead me here to fall
|
| Why is the dirt always something that I want
|
| Look over my shoulder
|
| Like a devil speaking for me
|
| Why is good always so boring
|
| There’s no moral in our story
|
| We must be out of our minds
|
| We must be out of our minds
|
| Hey man, I just don’t understand
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| We’ll medicate our lives with something true
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| Hey man, I just don’t understand
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| We’ll medicate our lives with something true
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| All I need’s a thought
|
| And I’m there
|
| Stealing in to guide
|
| While you’re taking the fall
|
| Then, I’ll leave you there
|
| Can’t you see me
|
| Guiding on, guiding on
|
| Where is the voice
|
| That would lead me here to fall
|
| Why is the dirt always something that I want
|
| Look over my shoulder
|
| Like a devil speaking for me
|
| Why is good always so boring
|
| There’s no moral in our story
|
| We must be out of our minds
|
| We must be out of our minds |