you¡¯ve got flaws
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that you wont admit
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yet you tell me its a sin
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that I don¡¯t believe in God...
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you traded in your cross
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for a chance to dance with stars
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now nothing is sacred
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ooo
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I¡¯ve given thought to leaving
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ooo
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f-f-f-for some time
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ooo
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if only I could read a map
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my moat is new Mexico
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so its you I wrote
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I started sending you a note
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on how I hope that you¡¯re happy
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I hear you¡¯re somewhere in the sand
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and how I wish I was an ocean
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maybe then, id get to see you again
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now all my friends
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they break and they bend
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they take shape and they tend
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to get better with time
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and I say:
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"who am I to work so much less to get more
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you all deserve what I am walking towards
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if you want, you should move away"
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ooo
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this has become a weakness
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ooo
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the golden state wins again
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ooo
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maybe its time I settle
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say its blue, at least that¡¯s a plus
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plus, I miss you so much
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why am I scared of people in a room?
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why cant they see a good time are the people close to you?
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why don¡¯t I just give in, have a drink and shake some hands?
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oh ay oh
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oh ay oh
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why am I scarred from what she did to me?
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why cant I trust anyone, no, not even me
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why don¡¯t I just give in, have a drink and shake some hands?
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oh ah oh
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oh ah oh
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ooo
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I¡¯ve given thought to leavin¡¯
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ooo
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f-f-f-for some time
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ooo
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maybe its time I put a profile up of who I want to be
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fool everyone, I can start over clean
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I can hide behind a big blue screen
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or you can return to me
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(return to me)
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Oceans
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