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Everything You Touch Becomes a Crutch


Have I said too much
Am I losing my touch
I don?t think we should touch
You go with the other men
Me I beat myself to sleep
Maybe I should have just
Left all this in a lock-up box
In boston

Never said too much
I always tried to save face
I never said too much
Tried to save my face
Only a few spare incidents
Of disgrace

Never said too much
I said we shouldn?t touch
I beat myself to sleep
You go with the other men
Go with your other men
I beat myself to sleep
I beat myself to sleep

Maybe I should have left all this
In an airport lock-up box
In boston







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