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This is not the call of the wild
(S.O.S., S.O.S.)
From when I laid it down on the line
(S.O.S., S.O.S.)
This is not a loan, this is not for sale
When I lay my head on the pillow
S.O.S., S.O.S.
Before reasoning
A cure for doubt began
But my bad leg and broken parts
Settle in
S.O.S., my head on the pillow
Back me up to find my problem
(S.O.S., S.O.S.)
Cover tracks so no one can follow
(S.O.S., S.O.S.)
This is not a flare, this is not a candle
When I throw myself out the window
S.O.S., S.O.S.
Before reasoning
A cure for doubt began
But my bad leg and broken parts
Settle in
S.O.S., my head on the pillow
(S.O.S., S.O.S.)
From when I laid it down on the line
(S.O.S., S.O.S.)
This is not a loan, this is not for sale
When I lay my head on the pillow
S.O.S., S.O.S.
A cure for doubt began
But my bad leg and broken parts
Settle in
S.O.S., my head on the pillow
(S.O.S., S.O.S.)
Cover tracks so no one can follow
(S.O.S., S.O.S.)
This is not a flare, this is not a candle
When I throw myself out the window
S.O.S., S.O.S.
A cure for doubt began
But my bad leg and broken parts
Settle in
S.O.S., my head on the pillow
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