you don't know, how easy
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it is for me to sing about
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religion, and my thoughts of you and
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now this time its out
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now back to, the basics
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the simple thoughts i had in mind
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the skyline, outlining,
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too specialized and overlooked
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and i can't complain, its seems that
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i've got everything, i need and
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i just can't explain why things aren't right
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its a mystery its balance
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how my ponderings are countless
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i need this one part because
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i think that its this time, with you
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and falling in sickness
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can't touch the things i need tonight
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it makes me regret this
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this worlds and all its perfect lies
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and i can't complain, its seems that
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i've got everything, i need and
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i just can't explain why things aren't right
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its a mystery its balance
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how my ponderings are countless
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i need this one part because
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well i think that its this time, with you
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This Time
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