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If There's Anything You Want
Come On Back Cause It's All Still Here
I'll Be In The Back Room Drinking My Half Of The Beer
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And If You And Me Is So Right
Why's It The Same Thing Every Night

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It's Just A Matter Of Time
It's Almost Measurable

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You're At Your Best When You Got The Guns Turned A Hundred
Eighty Degrees
We Go Through All The Same Lines Or Sell Out To Appease
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But Go To Sleep In A Bed Of Lies
I Made My Own More Than Once Or Twice

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And Now Time Is My Time Time Is My Own
And I Feel So Alive Yet Feel So Alone