| We meet with a handshake a smile and a sneer
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| But the malice is lurking beneath the veneer
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| As the light flickers out on the beacon of hope
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| Throw a bone to the kid on the ropes
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| Throw a bone to the kid on the ropes
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| As the light flickers out on the beacon of hope
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| Throw a bone to the kid on the ropes
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| You were briefly embraced by a spirit of trust
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| But it soon blows away in a grey cloud of dust
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| Now you’re not really sure who to blame or to thank
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| With your boat drifting into the bank
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| With your boat drifting into the bank
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| Now you’re not really sure who to blame or to thank
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| With your boat drifting into the bank
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| With a blanket of truth there to cushion your fall
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| Now we both have our truths but yours ain’t mine at all
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| And without a foundation to hold it in place
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| It disappears without leaving a trace
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| We peel back the skin on eve’s apple of faith
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| Let the curtain come down on this sad cabaret
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| Just like prisoners rot in their cells with disdain
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| We sit counting the ring on our chains
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| We sit counting the rings on our chains
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| Just like prisoners rot in their cells with disdain
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| We sit counting the rings on our chains |