You're not made
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For this, dear boy
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You're not made
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For this, dear boy
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We watch the stock drop
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They say we're just not high octane
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I want to exchange
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Hits for a testament
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And this will be
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My sacrifice
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Up in the clouds
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pick up the tab
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Put me down
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Now gently, just drop me
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Cause this is not a gallery
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Well she takes me seriously
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What a joke, she would know
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If she wasn't too scared
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To pick up the phone and call me
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You're not made
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For this, dear boy
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You're not made
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For this, dear boy
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The crime fits
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The punishment
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And an ice cold sal
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Stabbing demons at dusk
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She says well
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Who do you trust?
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I don't trust anyone
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Who do you trust
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I don't trust nobody
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Not even her?
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No, not even me
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Oh please, you're not
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Thank you lightly for decieving
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All the people that believe in me
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Somewhere Arthur Lee is bleeding
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Somewhere Arthur Lee is bleeding
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If I came to learn one thing from this
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It's that people from Long Island
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Aren't as old as they seem
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They're older then they seem to be
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do do do do do do
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do do do do do do
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I turn my back to the mirror
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All you see is my back
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It's leaving you somewhere lethal
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to make a red dot
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Let's see what you got
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Ready or not, here goes
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The crime fits the punishment
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You're not made
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For this, dear boy
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You're not made
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For this, dear boy
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You're not made
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For this, dear boy
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You're not made
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For this, dear boy
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You're not made
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For this, dear boy
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You're not made
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For this
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Dear Boy
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