| There you go down again
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| To that place you say you often bend
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| There you go with all of your woes
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| And your demons and angels and heavenly flowers
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| Back to the start, you wipe off your slate
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| And you may think you’re clean
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| But some stains won’t erase
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| For every drop that falls from above
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| You say this is a sign of what I’m thinking of
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| Of what I’m thinking of
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| Everyone’s looking
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| For something, for something
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| Everyone’s trying
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| To get some satisfaction
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| Oh my God, just confess
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| You want it, you want it
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| You’re just like the rest
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| Oh dear child, don’t deny
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| You need it, you need it
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| For your alibi
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| There you go with all of your wounds
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| And your cuts and your scars
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| And your burns and your bruises
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| Your history is dark and your past is long
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| Poor ol' you, everything went wrong
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| Your mother, your father
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| Your brother, your friend
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| They ain’t smart as you
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| 'Cause they don’t understand
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| They didn’t do the work
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| And they didn’t think through
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| I don’t speak to them like I speak to you
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| Like I speak to you
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| Everyone’s looking
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| For something, for something
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| Everyone’s trying
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| To get some satisfaction
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| Oh my God, just confess
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| You want it, you want it
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| You’re just like the rest
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| Oh dear child, don’t deny
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| You need it, need it
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| For your alibi
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| All the stars around
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| Become blocked in your mind
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| Just so you could justify
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| Oh my God, I don’t care
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| You’re talkin', talkin'
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| And there’s nothing there
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| Oh
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| Oh
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| Did you ever care?
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| Did you ever ask?
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| Did you ever think perhaps
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| You’re not first or last
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| First or last, first or last
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| Everyone’s looking
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| For something, for something
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| Everyone’s trying
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| To get some satisfaction
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| Oh, ooh
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| Oh, oh |