| You keep
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| Going on
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| But it was told long ago
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| By the young, not the old
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| I’ll keep
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| Throwing stones
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| I won’t do
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| As I’m told
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| Til' my voice
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| Finds a home
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| You’re the muse of this land
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| Give us everything you’ve got if you care
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| 'Cus the birds keep pecking at your face and your eyes
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| I thought there was truth but I didn’t realise
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| You’re somebody that’s not like me
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| And I won’t believe a word you speak
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| 'Cus the birds keep pecking at your face and your eyes
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| You’ll not forget revising your lies
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| You’re somebody that’s not like me
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| And I won’t believe a word you speak
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| Throwing stones
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| Throwing stones
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| You say
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| There’s nothing wrong
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| But I was sold long ago
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| Left alone in the cold
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| Tell me
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| What’s going on
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| Only so much is shown
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| Is it more that you know?
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| You’re the muse of this land
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| Give us everything you’ve got if you care
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| 'Cus the birds keep pecking at your face and your eyes
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| I thought there was truth but I didn’t realise
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| You’re somebody that’s not like me
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| And I won’t believe a word you speak
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| 'Cus the birds keep pecking at your face and your eyes
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| You’ll never forget revising your lies
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| You’re somebody that’s not like me
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| And I won’t believe a word you speak
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| Created this whole memory
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| Created this whole story
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| Created this whole memory
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| Created this whole story
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| 'Cus the birds keep pecking at your face and your eyes (created this whole
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| memory)
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| I thought there was truth but I didn’t realise (created this whole story)
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| You’re somebody that’s not like me (created this whole memory)
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| And I won’t believe a word you speak (created this whole story)
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| 'Cus the birds keep pecking at your face and your eyes (created this whole
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| memory)
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| You’ll never forget revising your lies (created this whole story)
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| You’re somebody that’s not like me (created this whole memory)
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| And I won’t believe a word you speak (created this whole story) |