without bother i try harder
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than running-around-on-you
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maybe someday
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games that you play
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will get old to you, too
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i count on my fingers
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the things i thought i knew
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and sabotage the mirage of our future
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cause if i were a winner
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like you wanted me to be
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then wouldn't i fix everything for free?
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riddle-writing nights have explained
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more about you to me
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than any lines i've drawn from a to b
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when i come down
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from my seek-around
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will you catch me then?
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i'm hot as a potato
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when i'm out of the oven
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watch me, watch me
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as i fall from grace
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baby, baby will you cover your face?
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Everything For Free
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| Gregory And The Hawk |
