| Now I know just what to do -- feign amnesia
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| How I wish it wasn’t true
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| Wish it wasn’t true right now
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| Not much quiet about reinvention
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| Why half-settle for stuff that is half new?
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| Like a volume beyond comprehension
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| If the bass won’t get you the treble will get you
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| I’ll look busy just for you and feign amnesia
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| How I wish it wasn’t true
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| Wish it wasn’t true right now
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| Wish it wasn’t true right now
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| Hers are the brains
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| Floating on an upstream train
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| Hers are the brains
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| Barbarians and seeds, the lost and the remains
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| We were standing outside of Sidewalk
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| With the crazy guy dancing behind us
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| With our forced smiles and all of the laughing
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| Then my sister lied, didn’t need that ride
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| Now I know just what to do -- feign amnesia
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| How I wish it wasn’t true
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| Wish it wasn’t true right now
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| I’ll look busy just for you and feign amnesia
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| How I wish it wasn’t true
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| Wish it wasn’t true right now
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| Wish it wasn’t true right now
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| Wish it wasn’t true right now
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| Wish it wasn’t true right now |