| I wouldn’t listen to her
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| She’ll only break your heart
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| I’d rather listen to man, woman, but
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| Not whatever you are
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| We’ll tip it over the edge
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| And watch it disappear
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| I’ll paint a picture of you
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| Well my impression of what is inside
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| With your stolen eyes
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| I’m gonna stare at the sun
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| Until I burn them out
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| And then I’ll picture a knife fight
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| We’re gonna dig up the sky tonight
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| Bury the sun for the rest of our lives
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| Lay low and never lie
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| We’re gonna stay here 'til we make it alright
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| I’m going to grip onto her
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| Tiny saxophone
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| Place an absurd mound of flesh
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| Down the tube
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| And whistle what’s inside
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| I’ll tie a ribbon to her
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| Because she’s all i need
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| And then i whisper to her
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| I’d gladly live my whole life on my knees
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| With your stolen eyes
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| I’m gonna stare at the sun
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| Until I burn them out
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| And then I’ll picture a knife fight
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| We’re gonna dig up the sky tonight
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| Bury the sun for the rest of our lives
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| Lay low and never lie
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| We’re gonna stay here 'til we make it alright
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| We’re gonna dig up the sky tonight
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| Bury the sun for the rest of our lives
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| Lay low and never lie
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| We’re gonna stay here 'til we make it alright
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| What’s the use
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| If we’re struggling on?
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| We’ve got to let this go
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| Before it sinks its claws
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| Deeper into our souls
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| We’ve got to stick together
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| We’ve got to stick together
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| We’ve got to stick together and
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| What’s the goal
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| If we’re struggling on?
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| We’ve got to let this go
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| Before it sinks its claws
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| Deeper into our souls
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| We’ve got to stick together
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| We’ve got to stick together
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| We’ve got to stick together
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| We’ve got to stick together
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| We’ve got to stick together
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| We’ve got to stick together
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| We’ve got to stick together
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| We’ve got to stick together |