Going, Going, Gone
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When the words that you call your own
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Have a very very foriegn tone
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And you feel like you're alone
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And the message that you didn't mean
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Stops a dirty mind from coming clean
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Ah, the right to be obscene....
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Well I don't think I'm getting nowhere someone somewhere
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Understand
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Nearly missing all my marbles this is not a perfect plan
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And it won't be very long
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'Til I'm going going gone...'
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(And is there really something wrong with me?)
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And if you hide in the metal maze
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You look back on apathetic days
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And you feel like mayonaise
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And the faces that you call your friends
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Are expecting you to make amends
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Well I guessit all depends...
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And it won't be very long..
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(Chorus)
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(And is there really something wrong with me now?)
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Where is all the air for breathing?
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I'm not leaving until I know
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Waiting for the resolution I can't seem to let it go
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And it won't be very long
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Gee it's been a dry September Mr. Member cry and pout
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I don't mean to change the subjuct I just want to go
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Shut it out
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And it won't be very long....
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Going, Going, Gone
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