| Don’t know if I should quite sing this song
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| Don’t know if it maybe might be wrong
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| But then again it maybe might be right
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| To tell you 'bout the bullet and the red light
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| You know I’m not from this place
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| I’m from a different time, different space
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| And it’s real uncomfortable
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| To be stuck somewhere you just don’t belong
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| But I got 8 good reasons to stick around
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| 8 good reasons, well maybe nine now
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| I had a dream one night
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| About a bullet and a red light
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| You know it felt alright
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| You know it actually felt quite nice
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| If I could have gone
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| Without it hurting anyone
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| Like a child, I would have found me mum
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| Like a bird I would have been flown
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| You know I don’t much like life
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| I don’t mind admitting that it ain’t right
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| You know I love to make music
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| But my head got wrecked by the business
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| Everybody wanting something from me
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| They rarely ever wanna just know me
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| I became the stranger no one sees
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| Cut glass I’ve crawled upon my knees
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| But I got 8 good reasons to stick around
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| 8 good reasons, well maybe nine now
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| I had a dream one night
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| About a bullet and a red light
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| You know it felt alright
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| You know it actually felt quite nice
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| But I got 8 good reasons to stick around
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| 8 good reasons, well maybe nine now
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| 8 good reasons to stick around
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| 8 good reasons, well maybe nine now
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| Well maybe nine now |