What a deal I've worked with Father Sky
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He's given me a choice with time
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Walking straight on lines
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Don't let our ankles roll
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You've got to tip toe
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Not to hurt your soul
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Our bodies take a toll
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You move the Pacific
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You move...
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Tearing through the light of your horizon
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I try to find a way to screw my head on right
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Tell me to confess, but I have no regrets
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You've got me by the neck
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It's raw to my leather flesh
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I gave my best away
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To no one specific
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You're no one specific
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A bone chilling culture mess
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And still the vulture over my head
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Is threatening my sins
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Digging deep inside my chest
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Realize we're loving less
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Oh, and I gave my best away
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You move the Pacific
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You move...
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Tearing through the light of your horizon
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I try to find a way to screw my head on right
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Tell me to confess, but I have no regrets
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You've got me by the neck
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It's raw to my leather flesh
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I gave my best away
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To no one specific
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You're no one specific
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Who are you when no one's watching?
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'Cause I always find myself talking
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To someone in time we've made
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To who do you speak, but never see?
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To who do you speak, but never see?
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(You're no one specific, you're no one specific, you're no one specific)
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Tearing through the light of your horizon
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I try to find a way to screw my head on right
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Tell me to confess, but I have no regrets
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You've got my be the neck
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It's raw to my leather flesh
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I gave my best away
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To no one specific
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You're no one specific
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(What a deal I've worked with Father Sky)
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To no one specific
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You're no one specific
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(What a deal I've worked with Father Sky)
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You're no one specific
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You're no one...
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Father Sky
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| Versaemerge |
