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I guess by now you owe me
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a turn of the screw...
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here comes the payback
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for feelin' so good about you
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well, look you fool...
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it's not my fault at all
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I just can't get along
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it's not your fault no more
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I can't get along
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I'm sure, by now,
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I coulda had somebody else, too
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torn and crippled I might be,
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but I'm not through
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but look at you...
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it's not my fault at all,
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I can't get along
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it's not your fault no more,
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I can't get along
|
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angels up high
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cut us loose,
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don't ask why
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hand me my wings,
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and I'll fly...
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angels up high
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cut us loose,
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don't ask why
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hand me my wings,
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and I'll fly...
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the purple leaves
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have come to take the people away
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and in your dream
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I saw how I misbehave
|
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it's not my fault at all,
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I can't get along
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not your fault at all,
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I can't get along
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I can't get along
|
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it's not my fault at all,
|
I can't get along
|
it's not my fault no more,
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I can't get along
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can't can't can't get along...
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can't can't can't get along...
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Turn of the Screw
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| Low Pop Suicide |
