| How much rope you gonna give yourself
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| How much slack do you need
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| In order not to hang yourself
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| Up on the street
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| You say you learned your lesson
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| But I know that that ain’t true
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| When I see that feeling
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| Come over you
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| But I don’t blame you baby
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| Cause it really ain’t no use
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| I believe that you believe
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| You’re searching for the truth
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| I don’t know what hold
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| That rounder downtown has on you
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| But keep on shaking, baby
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| Til you shake yourself loose
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| I’m not running away from trouble
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| I’m walking away from an accident
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| Involving a personality double
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| And a hole with a head in it
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| Ain’t nothing I can say
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| Ain’t nothing I can do
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| When I see that feeling
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| Come over you
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| But I don’t blame you baby
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| Cause it really ain’t no use
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| I believe that you believe
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| You’re searching for the truth
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| I don’t know what hold
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| That rounder downtown has on you
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| But keep on shaking, baby
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| Til you shake yourself loose |