I put my life on hold and took you home
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Good sense shot down I placed you on a throne
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Where was the wheel that kept me on the road
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The force of nature preventing overload
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So don't you know I've been dressed to kill
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If you got the tools be careful what you build
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When the arrow's in the bull's-eye every time
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It's hard assuming that the archer's blind
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My quicksand
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Let me introduce you
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To my final stand
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I went to Paris once
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I thought I had a plan
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I woke up with an accent
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I wound up in quicksand
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My quicksand
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I was full of foreign notions at the start
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There was never once
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When I was off my guard
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For any ghost of every poet in the ground
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There's one like me
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To buy the guys a round
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My quicksand
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Let me introduce you
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To my final stand
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I went to Paris once
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I thought I had a plan
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I woke up with an accent
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I wound up in quicksand
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My quicksand
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I'm going down
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You and me together going down
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It's not what I'd been told about this town
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That when you least expect if you can drown
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In quicksand
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My quicksand
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My quicksand
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Let me introduce you
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To my final stand
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I went to Paris once
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I thought I had a plan
|
I woke up with an accent
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I wound up in quicksand
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My quicksand
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My quicksand
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My Quicksand
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| Elton John |
