| Look, don’t move
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| Then close the blinds inside your head
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| Tell me what’s inside them
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| You say nothing but the darkest mind
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| And it’s the worst luck in my life;
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| It’s a motion loose in the false outline
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| Singing of all my love-
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| I’m leaving nothing behind
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| And all my love-
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| I’m leaving nothing behind
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| And yeah you push your luck-
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| Pushing down the pavement
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| Looking alright, stuck being a product of a piece of mind
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| And it’s a warm bitter rush
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| Bitter as the berry
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| A warm bitter rush-
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| Bitter as my time spent on you, looking at you
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| Keep one leg pushing; |
| keep both legs pushing!
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| And I won’t push you loose!
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| How could I want this all of the time?
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| It feels just like I’m moving
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| From my left to right in everyone
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| And how could I want this all of the time?
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| It feels just like original pavement
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| And you push your luck
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| Pushing down the right way
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| Looking alright
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| Stuck being a product of a piece of mind
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| All my love-
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| I’m leaving nothing behind
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| And it’s a warm bitter rush
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| Bitter as the berry
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| A warm bitter rush
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| Bitter as my time spent on you, looking at you
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| Keep one leg pushing; |
| keep both legs pushing!
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| And I wouldn’t barely move!
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| And you said you wanted it bad
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| And yeah you push your luck-
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| Push it loose |