| There’s a hold in the picture
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| There’s a flaw in the cloth
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| There’s your favorite sweater
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| Signature of the moth
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| Shaky hand on the throttle
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| Says somethings wrong
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| So you reach for the bottle
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| And you live the song
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| There you stand in the kitchen
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| You’re fit and your lean
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| You’ve got the heart of a lion
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| You know you’re so damn mean
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| Put your hands in the water
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| You feel the drain
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| But your hands are still dirty
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| They won’t ever come clean
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| I’ve been lying to no one but myself
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| To tell you that there’s nothing wrong
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| Nobody knows the trouble that we’ve seen
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| And how we tried to get along
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| Run to the water
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| Run to the sun
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| Run to whatever
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| 'Till the hurting is done
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| Or we reach for the bottle
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| When we should put it down
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| And we start the whole thing over
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| What goes around comes around |