No, I mean it, I’m really sorry; here I’ll say it again
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I want you to know it, but the more I say it
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The less it means in the end
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Working for respect’s like climbing a mountain
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And I think I’m losing my grip
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Once I’m fallin’ and I think I’m fallin’
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There’s no gettin’ back on pace
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But my face makes that sorry shape
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I know who I am, but I lost my grace
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I'm gettin' a stick and I march for more
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Now I was wrong, everybody knows
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My mouth is moving but nothing’s changing
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I just can’t leave it alone
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Nervous defense that’s doubled to senseless
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Milked it dry like a bone
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I milked it dry like a bone
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I just can’t leave it alone
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I milked it dry like a bone
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I just can’t leave it alone
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But my face makes that sorry shape
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I know who I am, but I lost my grace
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I'm gettin' a stick and I march for more
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Now I was wrong, everybody knows
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Everybody knows
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No, I mean it, I’m really sorry; here I’ll say it again
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I want you to know it that the more I say it
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Sorry
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| Sebadoh |
