| I take a clover, turn, turn it all around
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| Show you all the other sides you didn’t even try
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| You took the fatal turn, turned it upside down
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| Can’t show me a single thing you never ever tried
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| I was wrong to ever question, ever understand
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| How this could ever happen? |
| Things got out of hand
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| You were wrong to explain it and never write it down
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| I’ll tear up all the pages, throw your blame book down
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| I take a clover, turn, turn it all around
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| Show you all the other sides we didn’t even try
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| And he’s fake if he’ll tell you the meaning of it all
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| Meaningless means empty, empty means no sound
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| And he tried to ignore this and turn it all around
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| A promise without meaning, a promise but no bound
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| Do you think that I’m crippled, weak and out of hand?
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| Let me tell you something, I’ll make you understand
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| He has never noticed he was never there
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| A promise without meaning, a heart without a mind
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| I take a clover, turn, turn it all around
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| Show you all the other sides you didn’t even try
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| You took the fatal turn, turned it upside down
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| Can’t show me a single thing you never ever tried |