| It’s the ringing in my
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| It’s the ringing in my head
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| What I did and what was said
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| When the wind is colder
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| In the winter’s coldest time
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| Only gray is what you’ll find, oh, oh, oh
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| She’s the one you’re gonna hurt
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| She’s your precious little bird
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh
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| She’s the one you’re holding down
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| She’s the one you’re gonna drown
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
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| It’s the ugly finger
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| That is pointing in your way
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| 'Cause you never do what you say
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| It’s the one you’re losing
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| It’s the one you’re losing here
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| 'Cause you always live by fear, oh, oh
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| She’s the one you’re gonna hurt
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| She’s your precious little bird
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh
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| She’s the one you’re holding down
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| She’s the one you’re gonna drown
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| She’s the one you’re gonna hurt
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| She’s your precious little bird
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh
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| She’s the one you’re holding down
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| She’s the one you’re gonna drown
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
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| She’s your precious little bird
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| She’s your precious little bird
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh |