| There’s a mad man looking at you
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| And he wants to take your soul
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| There’s a mad man with a mad plan
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| And he’s dancing at your door. |
| Oh
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| What to do, oooh
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| What to do
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| When the walls are built to crumble
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| There’s a mad man with a mad plan
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| And he waits for us to stumble
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| Oooh, but our eyes are open
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| Yeah, they’re really open
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| I say we rob from the rich
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| And blow down the door
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| On to the next
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| To dance with the poor
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| Jump on my shoulders
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| You can jump on my shoulders
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| We rob from the rich
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| And blow down the door
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| On to the next
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| To dance with the poor
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| Jump on my shoulders
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| You can jump on my shoulders
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| La la la la la la la la
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| La la la la la la la la
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| La la la la la la la la
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| Everybody it’s ok if
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| You’re mad at what I’m saying
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| Make peace, baby shake my hand cuz
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| I’m pretty sure I’m staying. |
| Oh
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| What to do, ooooh
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| Look at you, when the walls begin
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| To crumble
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| It’s a mad man with a mad plan
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| And he waits for us to stumble
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| Oooh, but our eyes are open
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| Yeah, they’re really open
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| I say we rob from the rich
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| And blow down the door
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| On to the next
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| To dance with the poor
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| Jump on my shoulders
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| You can jump on my shoulders
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| We rob from the rich
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| And blow down the door
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| On to the next
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| To dance with the poor
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| Jump on my shoulders
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| You can jump on my shoulders
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| La la la la la la la la
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| La la la la la la la la
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| La la la la la la la la
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| La la la la la la la la
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| La la la la la la la la
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| La la la la la la la la
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| I’ll say the devils lost control
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| Live in the water
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| I’m scared of the city
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| Stay in the water
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| I’m scared of the city
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| Live in the water
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| I’m scared of the city
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| I’m scared of the city
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| Live in the water
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| I’m scared of the city
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| I’ll pray for you
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| I say we rob from the rich
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| And blow down the door
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| On to the next
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| To dance with the poor
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| Jump on my shoulders
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| You can jump on my shoulders
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| We rob from the rich
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| And blow down the door
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| On to the next
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| To dance with the poor
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| Jump on my shoulders
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| You can jump on my shoulders
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| Seriously… It's not supposed to be easy…
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| That’s why it feels so fucking good
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| Jump on my shoulders, yeah |