| One-way streets and square one
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| The answers don’t come from any one direction
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| Not a care in the world, where does next step go
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| You can’t make it, you just have to put it down
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| Half the trouble’s in the askin'
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| And I know you’re not the kind to wait around
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| Takin' chances with no intent to make a killin'
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| Too much livin' is no way to die
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| Loose string, loose string
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| Find the pieces don’t fit in
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| Loose string
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| Comin' up for air again and again
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| Loose string
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| Too much livin' is no way to die
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| See the ground sinkin' 'round
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| Sinkin' 'round, tomorrow’s a card to play
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| Same old words heard in storms, repeated doom
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| Too many rules, they will bleed you dry
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| Half the trouble’s in the askin'
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| And I know you’re not the kind to wait around
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| Takin' chances with no intent to make a killin'
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| Too much livin' is no way to die
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| Loose string, loose string
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| Find the pieces don’t fit in
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| Loose string
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| Comin' up for air again and again
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| Loose string
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| Too much livin' is no way to die
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| Said you haven’t seen it all
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| You’ll keep on searchin'
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| For just one single reason
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| Half the trouble’s in the askin'
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| And I know you’re not the kind to wait around
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| Takin' chances with no intent to make a killin'
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| Too much livin' is no way to die
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| Loose string, loose string
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| Find the pieces don’t fit in
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| Loose string
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| Comin' up for air again and again
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| Loose string
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| Loose string |