You had that nighttime confidence
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Yet again
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Like when you tear us all to bits
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Yet again
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If you really want advice here
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You're too much like a wall
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If you're gonna light those fires
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We're all up in arms again
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Well I don't belong here
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Don't fit your style
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Felt your left foot
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Now meet my right
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See now over this, you meddler
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Feed off all the rest, you meddler
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Talking so close, you bring to mind
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No fun to be behaving
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But you really lit a fire
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All up in arms again
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Why don't you feed off all the rest
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Well, I don't belong here
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Don't fit your style
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Felt your left foot
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Now meet my right
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It's now or never
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More difficult
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Those midnight answers
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And stray arrows
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Never, never
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Lean on you
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Clever, clever
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One on two
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You're mine
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Finite
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Imagine this
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It's sad
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To say
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It's simple
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When still we want to watch
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Well, I don't belong here
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Don't fit your style
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Felt your left foot
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Now meet my right
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It's now or never
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More difficult
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Those midnight answers
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And stray arrows
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I don't belong
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The Meddler
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| Chevelle |
