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It's got me going inside I think it's happening again
I think there's gonna be some action Cause you got me going inside Got me where you want me Sit down and talk to me Well I just hope you're happy With your snake skin dead bodies evening all Well just go go back to your bright lights You made promises you couldn't keep Sicking up rag doll more than you know Just keep your mouth shut you got no mind to blow You celebrate things you celebrate things forget and me And Just desecrate everything Oh you messed it up good yeah this kid's just a joke Baby can't shoot straight But you gotta shoot straight Cause there's so many friends to make Gotta take blows it's the way that you grow Baby can't shoot straight 'cause there's so many friends to make Gotta take blows it's the way that you grow Don't need to be seen Just gotta get yourself known |
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| 5:08 | 
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| 6:44 |
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I know you're finding it hard to get your own back
But you were sullen at the weekend And I was sad until You were waiting for the half-time getaway Someone couldn't wait to get their own back We were dealing at the last-chance table How does it feels to get your own back? I know you're finding it hard to keep your head up But we were trouble after midnight After a drink or two I know you're making sense I guess its for the best Get it off your chest don't call it all off We did all we could but things just got away Nothing left to say but call it all off Maybe things will change but we will stay the same Just stay with the pain and hang on in there Ok, it wasn't perfect but how it shone Now that its gone its left a hole there |
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