| I’m just a single unit, no stereo
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| No different though the mix has changed
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| I have cancelled all the pieces
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| That were meant to make me whole
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| Now there’s no room to turn around
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| He wanted hands that could do the job with some finesse
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| Thickly covered in frost
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| I juggle the wolves and keep out of sight
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| I don’t want to spoil their dreams (spoil their dreams)
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| And I won’t call their names when I leave
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| Leave
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| I used to be, so beautifully printed
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| A rich enough text on every page
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| But I cancelled all the pieces
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| That were meant to make me
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| But I cancelled all the pieces |