i can’t seem to make sense of this
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or my inferior defense
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set me up only then to knock me down
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i don’t need anybody now
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so i won’t let get to me
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the view from which i see
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is nothing more than what i used to be
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on our way back from yesterday
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you are far too good anyway
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what i need is some time to get it right
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maybe i'll call you up tonight
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so i won’t let get to me
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the view from which i see
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is nothing more than what i used to be
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and if we can’t make it through
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no matter what you do
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i'll always be here thinking of you
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oh the irony
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place your choke on me
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until i can’t breathe
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dove in after you
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say it isn’t true
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i don’t know what i'll do
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so i won’t let get to me
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the view from which i see
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is nothing more than what i used to be
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and if we can’t make it through
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no matter what you do
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i'll always be here thinking of you
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but i might just fall apart
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before we even start
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i guess that’s how it goes with a broken heart
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Things To Consider
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| The Stereo |
