| When you’ve taken everything
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| And there’s nothing left to give
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| You’re stuck with an empty skin
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| I’ll call it 'my human bag'
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| But you can’t forget the past
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| I keep my diary on its chest
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| My keys are in its mouth
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| I write my lyrics upon its legs
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| This thing is like a nightmare
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| It’s hard to drag it anywhere
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| I’m riding round in your town
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| There’s love than everything else in your house
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| You can’t escape the truth, it’s dangerous
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| Now I have a fraction of
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| The respect I used to have
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| Forget everything you know
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| And you can fuck what you’re fighting for
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| This thing is like a nightmare
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| Our dreams can take us anywhere
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| I’m riding round in your town
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| There’s love than everything else in your heart
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| You can’t escape the truth, it’s dangerous
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| I’m outside the back of your house, trying hard to work it out
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| But you’re always in the background, and looking out
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| You’re looking out
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| This thing is like a nightmare
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| It’s hard to drag it anywhere
|
| I’m riding round in your town
|
| There’s love than everything else in your house
|
| You can’t escape the truth, it’s dangerous
|
| I’m outside the back of your house, trying hard to work it out
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| But you’re always in the background, and looking out
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| You’re looking out |