| Well it’s not that easy babe, just to walk into my mind
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| Because the door, it stays locked, it stays locked, most of the time
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| Well it’s not an easy thing, trying to keep myself in line
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| Cause temptations always knocking, always knocking, down the stop sign
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| Is it safe to assume, it’s my fault, what a joke
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| So please let me be, on my own, overgrown
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| Yeah they’re too old to feel, things for the first time
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| But the clock keeps spinning, keeps spinning, while I die
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| I can’t control the beast, never was
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| Because it knows that you’re turning, that you’re turning, a blind eye
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| Is it safe to assume, it’s my fault, what a joke
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| So please let me be, on my own, overgrown
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| Is it safe to assume, it’s my fault, what a joke
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| So please let me be, on my own, overgrown
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| Well I could’ve been anything, anything, anything
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| But I instead I was nothing at all
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| Well I could’ve been anything, anything, anything
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| But I instead I was nothing at all |