As suspicion grows
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I can't turn my back
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I can't live like that anymore
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So you branch it out
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Trying something new
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What am I to do?
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I'll figure out
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And oh can I be
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The only person living who gets no fruit off the tree
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And who could live with me
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In high fidelity
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As the times they change
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I get left behind
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Losing all my mind
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Oh, I'll figure out
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And as I tumble down
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To the depths below
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There's some flowers growing there
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I'll dig it out
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And oh can I be
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The only person living who gets no fruit off the tree
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And who could live with me
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In high fidelity
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High Fidelity
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| Bob Mould |
