i've got to get arrested to keep you interested
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i should have known that i can't change the world by staring at it
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my arms have little feeling from lifting to the ceiling
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a recipe for stealing hearts i have no power in healing
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and i suppose the jesus pose is tired and superficial, lame
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i wrote a song, i'm moving on, i'm praying you can do the same
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i'm changing my direction making a correction
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oh my god, i've dodged the unexpected bullets behind accolades and
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shake your head of leisure get your head and body into seizure
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and battle with whoever hides assault disguised as dancing
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this rotting phase of hands that raise, bumping heads that pass each other
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it's a boring phase, so part the wave and drop the dead as driftwood surfer
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another song, it all went wrong, the radio refused to play it
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i'm not afraid to serenade, the f word saved and sucked the life from me
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i've got to get arrested to keep you interested
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the f word
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| The Verve Pipe |
