I'm a dealer in the middle
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No left or right side sitter
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I never make it going solo
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But when I'm lying on my pillow
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I'm a sugar-fisted pistol shoot a worldwide missile
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Stop the train of shame a-coming with a huggle and a kissle
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I'm tearing up the track and I ain't never going back
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Just wanna change and re-arrange, re-build and stack
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So step away and let the train leave town
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Don't put out your hand it's gonna run you down
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You don't put out your hand to stop a moving train
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Boy you'll get run down
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I'm a healer if you're willing
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Something inside me more appealing
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I'm all but nothing when without it
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A real monster with no feelings
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We are all little triggers
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In every little thing we figure
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Yeah you're a natural born explosive
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Like dynamite or slightly bigger
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And you could blow, here we go
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I said, "What you're thinking now is bigger than you think it is
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And every time you're thinking that, well brother, you should think again
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You see the trouble is if you and me see eye to eye
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And you re-think your life and no more innocents they have to die
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Will it stop at you and what you do just become history
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I just don't see peace that way it's all too much a mystery
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I just want to change and re-arrange, re-build and stack on it
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I don't want that train to instant bliss, I know they're full of it
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They're calling "all aboard" at full speed, I see you standing there
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But I know they don't care
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Get off the track"
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Train of Shame
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| Squad Five-O |
