| When you’re hit by hunger
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| You just don’t feel right
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| It’s pulling you under
|
| Your head’s in a vice
|
| You light a blue paper
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| From the power of one
|
| Look in the mirror
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| See what you have done
|
| Heaven can take your lies
|
| No need to mystify
|
| No! |
| no! |
| no!
|
| You’ve called on the spirits
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| And taken their names
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| You’ve paid the price
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| For it’s going down the drain
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| Told all your troubles
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| Bored all your friends
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| The cards in your pack
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| All wild with contempt
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| Heaven can take your lies
|
| No need to mystify
|
| No! |
| no! |
| no!
|
| You just keep guessing
|
| This life’s undressing
|
| And your hands keep slipping
|
| From around all your lies
|
| And heaven can take your lies
|
| No need to mystify
|
| No! |
| no! |
| no!
|
| When you’re hit by hunger
|
| You just don’t feel right
|
| It’s pulling you under
|
| Your head’s in a vice
|
| You light a blue paper
|
| From the power of one
|
| Look in the mirror
|
| See what have you done
|
| Heaven can take your lies
|
| No need to mystify
|
| No! |
| no! |
| no!
|
| You just keep guessing
|
| This life’s undressing
|
| And your hands keep slipping
|
| From around all your lies
|
| All of your lies
|
| You just keep guessing
|
| This life’s undressing
|
| But your hands keep slipping
|
| From around all your lies
|
| All of your lies
|
| Heaven can take your lies
|
| No need to mystify
|
| No! |