| Like a counterfeit, the ink bleeding off of it
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| And still I try in vain to use it
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| Like a used car that didn’t get me far
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| Broke down on the 101 while I was tryin' hard to run
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| Took the hair of the dog and it keeps biting
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| I’d like to turn away, but I keep fighting
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| Standin' in the rain, in the rain
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| Standin' in the rain, in the rain
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| Hummin' that tune I used to sing
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| Like a pantomime, I trace your outline
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| Oh, but nothing’s there
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| All hail the king of thin air
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| You left a mark on the door each time you were leavin'
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| My back against the rope, but I’m still breathing
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| Standin' in the rain, in the rain
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| Standin' in the rain, in the rain
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| Hummin' that tune I used to sing
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| Standin' in the rain, in the rain
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| Standin' in the rain, in the rain
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| Hummin' that tune I used to sing
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| 'Round and 'round and 'round they go, haunting melodies
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| Tryin' to fill the spaces in these broken memories
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| 'Round and 'round and 'round we go, swinging in the dark
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| Like a shadowboxer and her jagged counterpart
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| ('Round and 'round and 'round)
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| Tryin' to fill the spaces in these broken memories
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| 'Round and 'round and 'round we go, swinging in the dark
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| Like a shadowboxer and her jagged counterpart |