In your right breast pocket
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I contest there's nothing keep you alive
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In my left front pocket, I hold the key
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to everything between you and me
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I've finally grown old fifteen hours ago.
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Then we'll say, "We know better now."
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Hey, we're ready to go.
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We're ready to show the world
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just what fighting's for.
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Well I left my jacket behind the stairs
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guess you know I didn't really care.
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In my left fron pocket, I hold the key
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to everything between you and me.
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I've finally grown old fifteen hours ago.
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Then we'll say, "We know better now."
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Hey, we're ready to go.
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We're ready to show the world
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just what fighting's for.
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We're ready to go.
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We're ready to show the world
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just what fighting's for.
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We know better not to tell each other the truth.
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Sleeping Patterns
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