| Hold me hard, I’ve been let loose
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| Sift me clear of all I do
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| If by a third degree, you feel a guilt for me
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| Then I’ve been a villain all my life
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| And if by a melody, you stay and sway with me
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| I’ve been a salesman on the side
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| Kindness be conceived
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| When we wake in the California light
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| There is a concrete stuck between
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| How we breathe and why we die
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| Why we breathe and why we die
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| Who wouldn’t hold a wounded bird with anger stuck in time?
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| I told you I would hold no more
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| It weighed too much like mine
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| You and I, and I, alone
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| Oh, kindness be conceived
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| When we wake in the California light
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| There is a concrete stuck between
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| How we breathe and why we die
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| Why we breathe and why we die
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| Hold me hard, I’ve been let loose
|
| Sift me clear of all I do
|
| Kindness be conceived
|
| When we wake in the California light
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| There is a concrete stuck between
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| How we breathe and why we die
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| Why we breathe and why we die |