| There’s another little game we play
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| I guess I left the festering feeling
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| Of stress outside your address
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| Though the sun goes down, I was mainly underground
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| By the savior’s song, though she just wanders on
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| Her hand upon a gun, by every little tone
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| She’s undone for herself again
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| Again
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| Don’t be scared, don’t be scared
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| You are lyin' next to me, next to me, next to me
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| Don’t be scared, don’t be scared
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| You are lyin' next to me, next to me, next to me (A-a-a-at odds with myself)
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| Don’t be— (A-a-a-at odds with myself, so many questions, even more doubts)
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| Don’t be scared, don’t be scared
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| You are lyin' next to me, next to me, next to me
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| I’m at odds with myself
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| So many questions, even more doubts
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| Hopelessly devoted to the boat goin' out
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| If you got my hands, just shout it out
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| I’m at odds with myself
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| So many questions, so many doubts
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| Hopelessly devoted to the boat goin' out
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| If you got my hands, just shout it out
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| Don’t be scared, don’t be scared
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| You are lyin' next to me, next to me, next to me
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| Don’t be scared, don’t be scared
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| You are lyin' next to me, next to me, next to me
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| I’m at odds with myself
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| So many questions, even more doubts
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| Hopelessly devoted to the boat goin' out |