| I’m gonna turn, turn, turn, turn, turn now, blind eye
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| I’m gonna turn heat onto something so fine
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| Pretend every mistake that you’ve made is purpose
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| You bigger than us now
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| You f***ked up but it was worth it
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| Your mind has been transformed around your head
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| Is a circle of life
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| I’m gonna turn around, till it looks right
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| I’ll turn a blind eye, till you give, me what, I want
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| I’m gonna turn, turn, turn, turn, turn now, blind eye
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| I’ll turn the morn into dust, and the dust into sunlight
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| And all the words, words, words, on the line, am being wrong
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| It’s gonna be like this, till you give, me what, I want
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| Till you give, me what, I want
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| You speak of likeness, I’ve never seen
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| Because your words and actions both
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| Were more than me
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| And I’ve traveled so far back between
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| We’ve lost the fantasy
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| I relive, gonna turn it round, into the light
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| Cause it is so bad, but it better than the nights
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| Gonna keep it straight, gonna keep it tight
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| Cause I need your touch, and it go up on me
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| Go on and prove it, If it helps
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| I’m getting so good at lying, no even convincing myself |
| And go on and prove if, if it’s wrong
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| It’s gonna be like this, till you give, me what, I want
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| Till you give, me what, I want
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| Come on, give, me what, I want
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| Come one give, me what, I want |