| I might lift the curse and
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| Fight you all the time
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| I might pinch the ends and
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| Throw you back in line
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| It’s easy and generic
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| So I can mute the beat
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| And the only one left in
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| Is gonna be me
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| 'cause I don’t mind it
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| Yea, I don’t mind it
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| I don’t mind it
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| Yea, I don’t mind it
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| I don’t wanna miss you
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| It’s tight I can’t unwind
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| I’ll be blown to bits but
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| I don’t really want to die
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| And you do me great service
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| When you call my bluff
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| I’ll stay home for hours
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| But it’s just never enough
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| I might beg your pardon
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| When the road is rude
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| And I might count the hours
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| And bend the wire to tune
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| Dissect drawing circles
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| Or spinning in my seat
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| When the coach is yelling
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| Running through the streets
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| 'cause I don’t mind it
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| Yea, I don’t mind it
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| I don’t mind it
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| Yea, I don’t mind it
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| I don’t wanna miss you
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| It’s tight I can’t unwind
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| I’ll be blown to bits but
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| I don’t really want to die
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| And you do me great service
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| When you call my bluff
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| I’ll stay home for hours
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| But it’s just never enough |