[Sisco, Thorpe]
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I see you out there walkin'
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Your crooked smile
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You think that you possess such
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Grace and style... well I say no
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The wind is getting colder
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And you're getting older
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You sit and watch your life go by
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And you can blame yourself
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You call me over
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You call me brother
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But I despise you
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Like there's no other
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Put you out
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Of my misery
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Put you out
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Get away from me
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Take a walk around
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And see the world you live in
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Then reflect if you deserve
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The skin that you wear
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So it's almost over
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You will be forgotten
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Or could I be you in the end
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And I'll never walk away
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Out Of Misery
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Vicious Rumors |