| He’s not a dreamer or a schemer,
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| Running away from me He’s not a singer, an entertainer
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| With no follow thru
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| He’s not a poet or a mystic
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| With his cgarette unglued
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| He just neutral, and he’s weary
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| Not even brand new.
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| It’s a perfect sin
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| Close yr eyes and loose the rest
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| It’s a perfect sin
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| Close yr mind and feel the best
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| Everyone has a headache
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| Imprecise, hard to cure
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| Got a shake it, what ails you
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| The lines are a blur
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| Is it a pain in her heart
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| Dark and gray from the start
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| You won’t seduce me, or attract
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| Just cause yr a stray
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| It’s a perfect sin
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| Close yr eyes and loose the rest
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| It’s a perfect sin
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| Close yr mind and feel the best
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| Why won’t you tell me what’s inside yr head
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| Why won’t you show me yr secret bed, secret bed?
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| He’s not a dreamer or a schemer
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| Running away from you
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| He’s not a singer, an entertainer
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| With no follow thru
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| He’s not a poet or a mystic
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| With his cigarette unglued
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| He 's not a cowboy or a loner with nothing to do He’s neutral yeah he’s weary,
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| Not even brand
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| He’s neutral yea he’s weary
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| And he’s so in love with you. |