| I got a message from the outside
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| Passing for a life line, wheeling and dealing
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| To let the prayer for this pair of shades
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| Never be heard, never be heard
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| And now we’re stuck inside a cave
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| And buried on the hatchet of what is forgiven
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| To let the prayer for this pair of shades
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| Never be heard, never be heard
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| I need some kind of EVIDENCE
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| One look in the eye
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| I can’t help but cry now
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| When you leave me HANGING IN THE LURCH
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| I need some kind of EVIDENCE
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| One look in the eye
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| I can’t help but cry now
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| When you leave me HANGING IN THE LURCH
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| I know the distance that we are
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| But it’ll only ever cost us an arm and a leg
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| But if we cut them off now
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| They will never grow back, never grow back
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| So if we go and take our last breath
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| Racing through this lab with the refugees willing
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| I hope you hear me loud and clear
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| 'Cause I’ve never been heard, never been heard
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| I need some kind of EVIDENCE
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| One look in the eye
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| I can’t help but cry now
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| When you leave me HANGING IN THE LURCH
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| I need some kind of EVIDENCE
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| One look in the eye
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| I can’t help but cry now
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| When you leave me HANGING IN THE LURCH
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| If you’re a fatalist by ambition
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| And you’re tangling a web of denying
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| Well, there’s only one way that you’re gonna get out
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| That’s if you go to the source of the fire
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| 'Cause it’s a long way down
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| When you’re waiting for the dust to clear
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| Long way down
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| When you’re waiting for the dust to clear
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| 'Cause it’s a long way down
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| When you’re waiting for the dust to clear
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| Long way down
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| When you’re waiting for the dust to clear
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| I need some kind of EVIDENCE
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| One look in the eye
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| I can’t help but cry now
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| When you leave me HANGING IN THE LURCH
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| I need some kind of EVIDENCE
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| One look in the eye
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| I can’t help but cry now
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| When you leave me HANGING IN THE LURCH
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| When you leave me hanging in the lurch
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| When you leave me hanging in the |