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You wanna turn your back on everything You wanna turn your back on everyone Well I try You wanna turn your back on everyone Well I try You wanna turn

You wanna turn your back on everything You wanna turn your back on everyone Well I try You wanna turn your back on everyone You wanna turn your back on

You impress me with your style 'Cause you're everybody's fool I think you're really cool Everbody looks at you I don't fuckin' care (I don't fuckin' care

I want to If I could say, don't need a thing What do postcards say anyway What do ? ? anyway I still disturb the air when I want to I don't need a drum, to make a

a little while And then I feel it I'll never know which way to flow Set a course that I don't know I'll never know which way to flow Set a course that

You wanna turn your back on everything You wanna turn your back on everyone Well I try You wanna turn your back on everything You wanna turn your back

my bed My pillow stuffed beneath her head Her hair is like a sea of gold I'd love to say it her Kiss her lips, they're wet with spit It's more a flavor

You never talk about it If it's too involved You don't wanna know Let it go Let it go And in the morning sun Everything is fine And it's alright Till

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