| hey you, talking sideways.
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| i know you better than that.
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| got nothing too prove,
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| so we got nothing too loose,
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| when the sand sinks straight too the bottom
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| and you forget that i dont have all the answers
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| well its now or its never,
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| this train won’t wait forever
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| all this singing and laughing
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| well its not for, its not for fun.
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| its not for fun.
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| and it feels like both boats are sinking,
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| and ive got one foot in each.
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| should i abandon the plan?
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| would any man understand?
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| and would i even make land if i swam?
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| i’d just washup on the beach
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| it’s allways just out of reach.
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| Oh my smile is fragile,
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| my heart is held together with string and sellotape.
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| be gentle please rember,
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| with string and sellotape
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| with string and sellotape
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| with string and sellotape
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| with string and sellotape
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| I Dont Bleed, I Dont Bruise
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| its allways good news
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| cant loose, cant loose
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| i cant loose
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| yeaaaaaaa
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| i cant loose |