| I took your ankle, tied you to the post
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| I fed you grapes
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| I asked for clemency and cut your throat
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| Held high your name
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| Ground down the coffee beans and lit the match
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| Wrestled the day
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| Chewed at the wristband til it came apart
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| Now I’m awake
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| Back on the ground you’re dressing for uni
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| 30 years old
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| What the hell am I doing here?
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| You open the door
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| Say, «Age before beauty.»
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| Cringe as I pass
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| But I guess it’s a story
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| A sneak
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| A rumor I won’t believe
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| And somewhere in my past
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| She’s laughing, rolling her eyes
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| «Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, alright»
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| Look at the paper til it chokes you up
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| The world won’t wait
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| Luxury problems fill your gilded cup
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| You take the bait
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| German girls pass
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| Grouped in teenage disasters
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| Gather you up in their confident laughter
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| Please
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| Don’t do this to me
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| The gap from A to B
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| It never felt this wide
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| Yeah yeah, oh well, alright
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| Pinned to your seat
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| Practice circular breathing
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| Look down at the clouds
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| Where you’ll be
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| Where you’re leaving
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| Between
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| You are always in-between
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| «Sir, if you’d please observe the 'Fasten Seat Belts' sign —
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| Just calm down, you’ll be alright."i�� |