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We could throw ourselves in a road |
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But receive no comfort from street lights |
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Why not come in for a jamens and escape life? |
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We're idle in the mean time |
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Aristocrats and architects with broken dreams |
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Well, I say the dead sea is dying |
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You say you're going underground for a while |
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Well, we all need to be recognized for something |
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Not sure if the devil's eyes are blue |
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Work and days of underpaid still hold the key |
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I see this place from my window |
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It goes on the corner like the rest |
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There are the buzzards and the crows |
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Making eyes of a sea, self obsessed |
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Now, if commandment 11 is, “Don't get caught” |
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Then 12 must be, “Don't ever tell” |
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Then ask yourself do you believe you'll go to hell? |
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My mate went to the crossroads to see the devil |
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He never showed and if he says that I believe |
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I hear the place from my window |
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Call me like a lighthouse to the sea |
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There swarm the buzzards and the crows |
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Swirling wide talking wise and there's me |
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You and I hanging around |
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Lads who've got childish names |
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Scissors, we cut it out |
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Shining before by the waves |
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And I need to be recognized |
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'Cause we could be self-assured |
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We could be happy indoors |
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I know this place from my window |
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I trip out and fall to the ground down below |
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Hoods up for the buzzards and the crows |
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Who believe in the void of themselves |
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Still believe in the void of themselves |
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And all the trees and animals of mountains green |
