| Here we go down a long dark road
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| Same place where we used to go
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| And the words get stuck on the tip of my tongue
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| Feeling cut off from everyone, oh
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| Do I have to talk you into it?
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| Do we have to make sense of it?
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| When I’ve known you such a long long time
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| And we never had to act polite
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| I wanna whisper down the tube
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| All the words you would never use
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| Do I have to talk you into it?
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| Jimmy digs in his long dark coat
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| Comes up with a tender throat
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| And he hides it away in Bronson Park
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| So he can’t get to it after dark
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| Do I have to talk you into it?
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| Do we have to make sense of it?
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| They say I better seal you up in wax
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| So that you’re never gonna bite me back
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| And I can feel it when I’m away
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| I got to get back tomorrow if not today
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| To try to talk you into it
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| Oh, I have to talk you into it
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| Knock knock
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| When the mood of the era’s gone
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| Everybody fading me, even my ma
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| And the words get stuck on the tip of my tongue
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| Feeling cut off from everyone, oh
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| Oh, oh, whoa
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| Do I have to talk you into it?
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| Do I have to talk you into it?
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| Well, here we go down a long dark road
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| Been here, man-many times before
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| I wanna whisper down the tube
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| All kinds of words you would never use
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| Do I have to talk you into it? |