Assume I had a chance to clear things out alone,
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But ticks I used to know were laying under earth,
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My last surviving hope hade bidden me goodbye,
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How loud I ever made that noise, how much it ever hurt,
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Do understand, I'm just firing blanks
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For and hour every day, my mouth is overfilled,
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With better things to say that I threw in your face,
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Forget that battered truth, I made it up myself,
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How hard it might have been, your defence was a waste
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Do understand, I'm just firing blanks
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Do understand, I'm just firing blanks
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Firing Blanks
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| Peter Bjorn And John |
