I use the soap to wash the dirt off my face
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I write with pencil so that I can erase
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But what's to do when someone's taken my place with you, with you
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I know to stop when the light turns to red
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And when it rains I know to cover my head
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But what's to do when I wished I were dead over you, over you, over you
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Do do do do do etc.
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Plannin' to write off tomorrow
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Do do do do do etc
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Hopin' to wash off the sorrow
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I woke to find that my world was not there
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It ceased to me when I found you did not care
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And my ambition vanished into thin air along with you, with you
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Now my emotions find it hard to let go
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And as for me I'll find a new road to hoe
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But maybe this time I will take it more slow than before, before
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Than before
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I Use The Soap
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