| Why settle for second best?
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| You wonder as your wine comes flowing down your spine
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| Why wait for the stars descent
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| To catch up on your sleep
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| I watch the dreams that keep you alive
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| You’re scrubbing up
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| I see your bones
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| And all the dirty maggots chewing through
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| You know you’re false
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| I know your thoughts
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| You never turn your eyes to the things you do
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| Oh-oh-oh
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| Who’s playing on the left side, losing on the right
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| Oh-oh-oh
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| Why hope when there’s nothing left
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| To feed your head, you cry
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| You touch your creases as they fade away
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| Why look on the bright side
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| When all you see ar holes
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| Get lost inside thir vast space and time
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| You’re scrubbing up
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| I see your bones
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| And all the dirty maggots eating through
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| You know you’re false
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| Those little thoughts
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| It always seems to come back round on you
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| Oh-oh-oh
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| Who’s playing on the left side, losing on the right
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| Oh-oh-oh
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| There’s no game to play all you ever do is play dead
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| Everything comes back on you
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| Everything comes back on you
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| Everything comes back on you
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| Everything comes back on you
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| Ooh, yeah
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| You’re scrubbing up
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| I see your bones
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| And all the dirty maggots eating through
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| I see your thoughts
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| I know you’re false
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| And I won’t be the one waiting round on you
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| Oh-oh-oh
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| Who’s playing on the left side, losing on the right
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| Oh-oh-oh
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| There’s no game to play all you ever do is play dead
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| Oh-oh-oh (You're scrubbing up, I see your bones)
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| Who’s playing on the left side, losing on the right (I see your thoughts,
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| I know you’re false)
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| Oh-oh-oh (You're scrubbing up, I know your thoughts)
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| There’s no game to play all you ever do is play dead |