No, there ain't nothing special 'bout my life, my egoism is so not,
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But oh so comfortably confusion ins my life, pleased to meet you baby, baby,
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'Cause I've got infinity to bring me a little paradise.....there you are to kiss me,
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Must you always live right now? But I always see you right in the middle of
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everybody's life, singing everybody wants me there, but everybody
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wants to put me down
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(chorus)
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What could be lonely 'bout you? What could be lonely 'bout you baby?
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You're immaculately touched, and they love you that much,
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Whatever's lonely bout you only makes me totally convinced that
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my own personal gravity serves me well.
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Why am I always misinterpretting my guilt? My happiness makes me sad sometimes,
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And I'm no guardian angel but I can loan you mine,
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They're tickling all my precious depressions
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So melancholy's bringing me a little of what he calls paradise,
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I'm bored with my elation, it humors me to tears sometimes,
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But always manages to put a little hickey on everybody's mind
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Why does everybody want me here, but no one here can give me reasons why.
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(chorus)
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Why do I do everything "dis" integration likes? I'm grieving with my patience's patience,
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and all constant information tells me is.....no one wants to put me down here
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but everyone was dumb enough to come.
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(chorus)
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My Own Personal Gravity
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| PM Dawn |
