| you should see yourself
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| when will you grow up
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| every knob you twist on that machine is like a crutch
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| but i was just the fool
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| youў‚¬"ўve been waiting for
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| who says we canў‚¬"ўt touch
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| ourselves to keep from getting bored?
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| nothing else is touching thatў‚¬"ўs for sure
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| a ring around the roses
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| i will watch you play
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| i come here every night
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| itў‚¬"ўs just me the bartender the waitress and the lights
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| shining on you not getting it right
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| we clap not for you but for your kind
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| a ring around the roses
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| everybody poses
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| threats and then backs down
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| the second you put clothes on
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| a ring around the roses
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| everybody knows it
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| i will sing your fears
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| if you sing my neurosis
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| you should back out now
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| not a night too soon
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| iў‚¬"ўll still be here when the last poor soul has left the room
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| standing round just like a good friend should
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| smiling as if your songs were good
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| a ring around the roses
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| everybody poses
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| threats and then backs down
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| the second you get clothes on
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| a ring around the roses
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| everybody knows it
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| i will sing your fears
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| if you sing my neurosis
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| and i sat there for hours
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| waiting on the curb
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| thinking you might like a flower from a pretty girl
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| a ring around the waitress from the verse
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| a ring of fire around the rosesў‚¬"ў door
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| put it on before you lose your nerve
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| put your hands together and theyў‚¬"ўll hurt
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| (repeats five times)
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| make your sound that no oneў‚¬"ўs ever heard
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| (repeats twice)
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| and i hope we get what we deserve |