| Dried up, a guitar upon my knee
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| I should have sold out when the devil came for me
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| Dig a hole and throw it out to sea
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| Break the code, how happy I could be
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| I still wave at the dots on the shore
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| And I still beat my head against the wall
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| I still rage and wage my little war
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| I’m a shade and easy to ignore
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| White wall, I had to paint a door
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| I always find that I’ve been through it before
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| Close it up and throw away the key
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| Break the code, how happy I could be
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| I still wave at the dots on the shore
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| And I still beat my head against the wall
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| I still rage and wage my little war
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| I’m a shade and easy to ignore
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| I woke up and I had a big idea
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| To buy a new soul at the start of every year
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| I paid up and it cost me pretty dear
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| Here’s a hymn to those that disappear
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| I still wave at the dots on the shore
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| I still beat my head against the wall
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| I still rage and wage my little war
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| I’m a shade and easy to ignore
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| I’m a shade and easy to ignore |