(P. Pentland/Sloan)
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Turn around
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You can't face up to me
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I stand my ground
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I'm just what I seem to be
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Why in the world
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Would you give me a second look
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Except I'm up here
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And you're down there
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But you'll never know what it took
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You don't care what it took
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The look in your eyes
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As I turned on the light
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The look in your eyes
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A look of surprise
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Sneakin' around
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In this one trick town
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And you can't face up to me
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I know your crowd
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And they're not that proud
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At least not from what I've seen
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Flies in the ink leave
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Footprints across the sea
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Trace them back to where it all gets had
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You find the cuts never run too deep
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The cuts never run too deep
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How many times have I tried
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Just to get away from you
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And you reel me back
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How many times have I lied
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That there's nothing that I can do
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No, no
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And how many times have I tried
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Just to get away from you
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And you reel me back
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How many times have I lied
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That there's nothing that I can do
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I stand my ground
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I'm just what I seem to be
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You'd run me down
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For so long, for so long
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The weight that I carry
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Knowing what they've done to us
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How many names does it take to lay blame
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On the people you always should trust
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The people you always should trust
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The look in your eyes
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As I turned on the light
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The look in your eyes
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The look of surprise
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How many times have I tried
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Just to get away from you
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And you reel me back
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How many times have I lied
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That there's nothing that I can do
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No, no
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And how many times have I tried
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Just to get away from you
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And you reel me back
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How many times have I lied
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That there's nothing that I can do
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'Cause I can't face up to you
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CAN'T FACE UP
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| Sloan |
