| It called me, I should have known
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| As the fever sweat through the dream
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| Told mamma that I couldn’t go
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| So I could stay home just to watch him dancing
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| And you could not tell me then
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| Like you could never, ever tell me now
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| That this is not who I am
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| Plans were made while my back was turned
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| Said Baby, that is no way to live
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| Showed me that carrot on a string but just a little too late
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| The bite from the taste and the smell of the sick somehow reminds me to be
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| myself
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| Over and over again
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| Over and over again
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| Over and over again
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| Over and over again
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| «Wanna be starting something» taught me to sing
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| Or maybe kiss, kiss Molly’s lips
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| On a plain he will always live
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| And in a round he will always be dancing
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| Imagine where I’d be now
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| On these four legs I stand proud
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| It’s the only way I know how to give
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| Plans were made while my back was turned
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| Said Baby, that is no way to live
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| Showed me that carrot on a string but just a little too late
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| The bite from the taste and the smell of the sick somehow reminds me to be
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| myself
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| Over and over again
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| Over and over again
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| Over and over again
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| Over and over again
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| Plans were made while my back was turned
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| Said Baby, that is no way to live
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| Showed me that carrot on a string but just a little too late
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| The bite from the taste and the smell of the sick somehow reminds me to be
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| myself
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| Over and over again
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| Over and over again
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| Over and over again
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| Over and over again
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| Over and over again
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| Over and over again |