| Don’t let me be the walking man
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| Don’t let it change all of my ways
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| Like a shot I need to feed my ego
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| Still I don’t come down for days
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| Don’t let me be the wasted man
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| Lucid skin wrapped round dead eyes
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| Well all of this means nothing
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| If you don’t help me realise
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| Don’t let me be the tortured man
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| Everything he had is long gone
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| No point looking forward
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| When all I have is what I want
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| Cause I need this baby life is crazy we’re easily pushed aside
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| And I feel it baby nothing makes me this thing I am inside
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| So I need you baby you’re all I have that keeps me feeling right
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| So now’s the time I’m telling you to cut me down to size
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| Oh
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| Well cut me down, oh down, oh down, oh down
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| To size
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| Don’t let me be the lonely man
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| I’ve met him once before
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| Well pushing all others that try to hold him
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| Who, because he lost well so much more
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| Don’t let me be the hapless man
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| Living life that don’t mean a thing
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| Well bringing home all the money, yeah
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| But no one to share it with
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| Cause I need this baby life is crazy we’re easily pushed aside
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| And I feel it baby nothing makes me this thing I am inside
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| So I need you baby you’re all I have that keeps me feeling right
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| So now’s the time I’m telling you to cut me down to size
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| Oh
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| Well cut me down, oh down, oh down, oh down
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| To size |