| If only you had known me before the accident
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| For with that grand collision, came a grave consequence
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| Receptors overloaded; |
| they burst and disconnect
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| Til there was little feeling, please work with what is left
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| Oh, I need not be flattered, that you’ve never been here before
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| So there’s no need to mention, that you’ve no firsts anymore
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| But if you let me be your skyline, I’ll let you be the wave
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| That reduces me to rubble, but looked safe from far away
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| I don’t know why, I don’t know why I return to the scenes of these crimes
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| Where the hedgerows slowly wind, through the ghosts of Beverly Drive
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| I don’t know why, I don’t know why, I don’t know what I expect to find
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| Where all the news is secondhand, and everything just goes on as planned
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| You wanna teach but not be taught
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| And I wanna sell but not be bought
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| So let us not be lonesome
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| So let us not be lonesome
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| Lost in between our needs and wants
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| Our needs and wants
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| I don’t know why, I don’t know why, I return to the scenes of these crimes
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| Where the hedgerows slowly wind, through the ghosts of Beverly Drive
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| I don’t know why, I don’t know why, I don’t know what I expect to find
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| Where all the news is secondhand, and everything just goes on as planned
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| I don’t know why, I don’t know why
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| I don’t know why, I don’t know why
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| I don’t know why, I don’t know why
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| I don’t know why, I don’t know why |