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I won’t waste mine
They can’t make me all right
I’m hollow, like a bent line
(So) keep me posted outside
My old frame of mind
It can’t get me there on time
If waiting is a crime
Surely we’ll be fine
What the hell you in me for?
Lead you on and spill us on the floor
It’s up to you tonight
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