| Got your bones spread out on the dance floor
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| Chomping bits on your way to the supermarket
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| Well respected, well received, the piano and the luggage
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| Own the reason that we all are faking it
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| Scene two got an itchy feeling pets are trapped in
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| Give the voice a document to photograph those still life images.
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| You can’t make me talk,
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| Fire couldn’t make me talk,
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| Is any, is any, is any.
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| You can’t make me talk,
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| Fire couldn’t make me talk,
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| They came in, they came in,
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| Through the window.
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| I waited around for this clock for these dirty words
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| Take hold of my tongue when you’re pressing it down
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| Against the floor of my mouth there’s a pulse in every drop of history
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| Space is allotted for the questioner
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| At small things, the smallest things that could ever be stolen
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| Briefcases hold a piece of this a broken arm, a ratchet hand.
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| Move right to the bushes with a light bulb overhead,
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| With a light bulb overhead.
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| Move right to the bushes with a light bulb overhead,
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| With a light bulb overhead.
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| You can’t make me talk,
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| Fire couldn’t make me talk,
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| Is any, is any, is any.
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| You can’t make me talk,
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| Fire couldn’t make me talk,
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| They came in, they came in,
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| Through the window.
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| Bury your knife, your knife,
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| Bury your knife, your knife, your knife, your knife.
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| B-B-B-B-B-B-Bury your knife, bury your knife,
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| Bury, Bury your knife,
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| Your knife. |