Don't tell me that I'm fine. Always on top and leading the line.
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Calling the shots to stay ahead. Count me in I'm almost out.
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And in due time. And in clear mind. It ends up fine.
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This time I'll dig my own grave.
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And am I fine? The dollar line. This precious fight.
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This time I'll dig my own grave.
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Don't wave because it means you will remember.
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Don't tell me that I'm fine. Always on top and leading the line.
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Calling the shots to stay ahead. Count me in I'm almost out.
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Call, but don't count on me, please! I can't, I'll try.
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Call, but don't count on me, please!
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And in due time. And in clear mind. It ends up fine.
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This time I'll dig my own grave.
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And am I fine? The dollar line. This precious fight.
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This time please save me from myself. I'm trying, I'm lying.
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Leave me while I'm standing, standing. I'm trying, I'm fine.
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Leave me while I'm standing, standing.
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Don't wave because it means you will remember.
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It's a shame. Me versus myself. They say, no!
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Can I be saved? They say, no!
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Let me dig my grave? My grave. No!
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I'll sit down.
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