I know now that I can't make good
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How I wish I could
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Go back and put
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Me where you stood
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Nothing's really something now the whole thing's soot
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It serves to suffer, make a hole in my foot
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And I hope you look
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As I fill my book
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Oh, what a waste of wood
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Nothing's really happened like I thought it would
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Ah, ah, ah
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I can't rest on no dynasty
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Yeah, what is wrong with me?
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Man, I'm so sorry
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I got the best of me
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I really damn been on such a violent spree
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But maybe you can still make a man from me
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Here on Speyside quay
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With what's left of me
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As you live and breathe
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I really know now what had hold on me
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