Sticks and stones don’t break my bones, you make believe
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It’s lock and load, it’s a dead end road to you and me
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You know what’s to go, I’m strict for soul
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I make believe
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And I’m off the rent, I haven’t spent, I guarantee
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So can you not go away
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If just for one day
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Uh-uh-uh
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Impossible, possible way
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How would you do know
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How’d you do now?
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Run away
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War sounds in you
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Don’t throw your fortune away
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And I can’t get enough
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Space, space, space
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Get enough space
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I’m pale and coy
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I’m almost born, I make believe
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I shimmy-shake, I wake the bed,
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I’m over me
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I lost the beat, I can not breathe
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Don’t follow me
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You ush and shove, Ive had enough,
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Don’t mess with me
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So can you not go away
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If just for one day
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Uh-uh-uh
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Impossible, ?ossible way
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How would you do know
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How’d you do now?
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Run away
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War sounds in you
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Don’t throw your fortune away
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And I can’t get enough
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Space,
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I can’t Get enough space
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Space,
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Inhaler
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| Foals |
