I ran out of luck, I ran out of everything I got
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Then someone came and picked me up
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Picked me up, took me to someplace I don't even recall
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I was out of reach, out of reach for anyone but me
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Then someone refused to stand back, stand back and listen
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To my egoistic chat
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-Oh no, it ain't that easy, I should know it ain't easy,
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But I don't
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Please, Go Home
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| Peter Bjorn And John |
