Sorry 'bout the things that I had to say
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And I'll make it up to you right now at the penny arcade
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In an open car or wherever you are
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Push yourself too far and it might get hot
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Well I really don't need the confusion
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And you know I just ain't the type
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To get all wrapped up in the illusion
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Of doin' something that I know ain't right right right
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Right right right
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You've got to want to re-arrange
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And keep it off the record, off the record
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You've got to know that we will change
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And keep it off the record, off the record
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Come on
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In a crowded room near the box of boom
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To an artificial tune, I see you swoon
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Well you knew all this would turn to mist
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If your idea wasn't kissed
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Why're you so pissed
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Well I know you don't need the confusion
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And I know you just ain't the type
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To get wrapped up in the illusion
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Of doin' something that you know ain't right right right
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Right right
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Right right
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Right right right
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You've got to want to re-arrange
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And keep it off the record, off the record
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You've got to know that we will change
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And keep it off the record, off the record
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Come on
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Off The Record
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My Morning Jacket |