| There’s water on the ground,
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| I’m buying my story
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| I don’t know how shallow it is
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| Can you tell? |
| Can you tell just by looking at me?!
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| Well I need to get across,
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| But my hands are tied by my side
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| Can you swing? |
| Can you swing just by kicking out?
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| I didn’t mean no harm,
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| I didn’t mean no harm
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| Now I’m hiding from everyone I know
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| Can’t tell 'em what I know
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| I’m lying to everyone I know,
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| Can’t tell 'em what I know
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| and no, I’m not turning back around!
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| Uh my gentle moves low
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| You don’t know how long it have been
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| Can you tell? |
| Can you tell just by looking at me?!
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| Well, I didn’t mean no harm,
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| I didn’t mean no harm
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| Now I’m hiding from everyone I know
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| Can’t tell 'em what I know
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| I’m lying to everyone I know,
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| Can’t tell 'em what I know
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| and no, I’m not turning back around!
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| I’m not turning back around!
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| I’m not turning back around!
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| I’m not turning back around!
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| I’m not turning back around!
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| I heard you, I heard you on
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| I heard you, I heard you on
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| I heard you, I heard you on
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| I heard you, I heard you on
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| I heard you, I heard you on
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| I heard you, I heard you on
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| I’m not turning back around!
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| I’m not turning back around! |