Is something missing in my touch, a tension tugging at my smile?
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If there¡¯s a right thing to say, I¡¯m sure I missed it by a mile
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Swallowed in some detail, heavy in my blood
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I wanna hold you close, but I can¡¯t lift my arms up
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Is there a reason for this distance?
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More than the drug that floats my days
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A nervous bug in my system, it keeps me edgy and ashamed
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I¡¯ve got a saint, never ever will forgive
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That never understood me but still tells me how to live
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It fits when I stretch and I stretch because I can
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I stretch until I¡¯m sore and then I open up for more
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I do it out of habit, not addiction
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And if I give it up, clean out my blood
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Will I still feel bored and disconnected?
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If I do it all for love, will I ever give enough?
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¡®Cuz you can never be too pure or too connected
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You can never be too pure or too connected
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You can never be too pure
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Too Pure
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| Sebadoh |
