| And realized that in your eyes, the force of love could kill
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| So go and get your wages, get what you deserve
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| When hope held out of it’s hands today, you laughed and turned and fled
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| Release, 'cos I wanted the world, and all I could get to
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| Was a gun or a girl
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| Release, now I’ve thrown them away
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| I’m here and I’m hungry and I hope I can stay
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| The loch is overflowing, the sun has shed it’s light
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| And all that’s left to warm your breast’s the wine we stole tonight
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| Bottle merchants both of us, overdosed on keats, we smashed them all
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| And watched them fall like magic in the streets
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| Standing in our new boots, we’ve lost the urge to hide
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| We left it with the souvenirs that forced us to decide
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| How we’d storm the palace, meet me at the gates
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| There’s plenty bread and water here for anyone who waits
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| But you can’t remember where you squandered your hope
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| A fistful of dollars and a fistful of dope
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| With your hands in your hair and your hair in your face
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| You’d better summon your soul because we’re leaving this place
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| With a red, red flag for a souvenir |