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The way that we are The way that we are Were never the same Were never the same Were ready to go Ready to go Its always the spark And were running

Four letter word just to get me along It's a difficulty and I'm biting on my tongue and uh I keep stalling, and keeping me together People around gotta

Fed up with your indigestion You swallow words one by one Folks got high at a quarter to five Don?t you feel you?re growing up undone? Nothing but the

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You say, it?s not what you do It?s what you?re thinking of Well, I think it's just an excuse It?s what you put across ?Cos I don?t wanna be the one Only

Don't you be a traffic light Don't you be a traffic light With all things said you turn to red Don't you be a traffic light And don't you be a round-

You keep playing me like a fruit machine Putting in change systematically Winning streak that you had over me It's turned into your broken tragedy Turn

two hands i wanna play the piano with two hands shoulda learned to ask of many its the way of the world boy who you wanna here to me you gave me a piano

You never alter You?re always you Everything?s breaking But I don?t care Smash the rest up Burn it down Put us in the corner ?cus we?re into ideas Take