| We’re running every way but loose
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| And all our parts have been misused
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| The lines are drawn just to be crossed and
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| All direction gets us lost
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| Those parlor tricks are so divine when we’re
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| Left to our own devices
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| The sweetest kicks are so refined when we’re
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| Left to our own devices
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| Here’s my prediction
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| The future’s bound to come in twos
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| For every win there’s one to lose so
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| Hold on to those horoscopes
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| This misanthrope is on the ropes
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| Those parlor tricks are so divine when we’re
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| Left to our own devices
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| The sweetest kicks are so refined when we’re
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| Left to our own devices
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| Isn’t it nice to know your vices?
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| Little miss discretion
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| Likes to run through the intersections
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| When she arrives without design
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| It leaves me so unsatisfied
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| Oh
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| Darling, you know
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| I’m only a man
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| I can’t understand
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| Chance is for the cautious few
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| Who don’t make up for the abuse
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| Why don’t love me?
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| Why don’t you leave me?
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| Why don’t you oh
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| Show me the door
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| Those parlor tricks are so divine when we’re
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| Left to our own devices
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| The sweetest kicks are so refined when we’re
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| Left to our own devices
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| Isn’t it nice to know your vices?
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| Little miss discretion
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| Likes to run through the intersections
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| When she arrives without design
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| It leaves me so unsatisfied
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| Little miss discretion
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| Likes to run through the intersections
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| When she arrives without design
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| It leaves me so unsatisfied
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| You know it leaves me so unsatisfied
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| It leaves me so unsatisfied
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| 'Cause lately we’ve been riding high on
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| Crimes, hits and politics |