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| + | I guess finding useful, reliable information on the inrtenet isn't hopeless after all. |
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− | <lyrics>
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− | It wears you thin
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− | Unpacks a bag and it settles in
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− | Ten times an hour you'll wish it dead
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− | Ask it to leave but it stays instead
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− | So unkind
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− | Acting as if you could read its mind
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− | Making it hard to explain without
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− | Finding new things to complain about
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− | Sharp teeth test your skin
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− | Too late, you let an angel in
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− | It's all been done
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− | So many accidents, only one
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− | Paints you the picture you want to see
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− | Cover one eye and look carefully
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− | Big surprise
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− | It doesn't care about second tries
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− | You're afraid whatever choice you make
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− | Won't be exactly the right mistake
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− | Sharp teeth test your skin
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− | Too late, you let an angel in
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− | I bet you feel tapped out
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− | and nothing left to talk about
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− | I guess you're right
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− | You fraud
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− | It tells you lies
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− | You say you won't but you compromise
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− | Just don't imagine you'll ever win
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− | Any race you aren't running in
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− | It follows through
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− | Four in the morning it's calling you
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− | What's the over-under on getting it
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− | Done without always regretting it?
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− | Sharp teeth test your skin
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− | Too late, you let an angel in
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− | </lyrics>
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