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Verse
One
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Looking
back to yesterday
I
can’t believe a word that I say
Flicking
through the answers
I
left lying about yesterday
And
I’m hoping that I might meet someone
And
I’m thinking that I might get a gun
It’s
like staring at the spots on the sun
It’s
like spitting it out when you’re almost done
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Chorus
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There’s
nothing wrong
There’s
nothing wrong
There’s
nothing wrong
There’s
nothing wrong
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©
Pointy Boss, 2000
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