¡°You are weak, I am strong, and I¡¯ve done nothing but lead you on,¡± she said.
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Drove around all night, stoplights were interminable,
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But I get along all right as long I don¡¯t have to interact
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With anyone else on a meaningful level, I¡¯ll be fine
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Because I don¡¯t want to marry my convictions, (not right now)
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When wicked thoughts come inter alia
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You wind up in Centralia; morally.
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Looking for a decent cup of coffee
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And try to meet halfway.
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It seems like I¡¯m stealing your words
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But really, I¡¯m just giving them back to you.
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Once again, it¡¯s all about me.
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And pride is not a factor, no.
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Once again, it¡¯s all about me.
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¡°You are weak, I am strong, and I¡¯ve done nothing but lead you on and on,¡± she said.
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Feeling well into my cups already
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Just until my hands are steady
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The spins are setting in
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I swear I¡¯ll never never feel like myself again.
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I¡¯d like to go back ten years
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And show you a picture of yourself now
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But I¡¯m afraid that it might kill you then
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You used to be such a loyal friend
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Once again, it¡¯s all about me.
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And pride is not a factor, no.
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Once again, it¡¯s all about me.
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Then done by an inner-monologue:
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Once again, it's all about me.
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Moral Centralia
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| Harvey Danger |
