| They broke off the locks and they opened the doors
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| Pushed up the windows and painted the floors
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| Grew a little garden outside in the rust and sand
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| Raised up the roof till it touched the sky
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| Picked up the pieces that were left to die
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| Brought this building back with a healing hand
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| When you see trouble
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| You’re bound to move in on the double
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| Cause you leave your mark upon everything
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| In your head those Liberty Bells still ring
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| But we know that you don’t even mean
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| A thing you say
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| So you brought in the army to do your job
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| Of kicking in doors and swinging their clubs
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| Back in the morning to watch
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| Themselves on the news
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| You’re doing the bidding of the money man
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| If it turns out right they’ll call you friend
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| One little favour how could you really refuse
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| Oh my heart is sinking
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| Same old useless worn out thinking
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| You live your life in the court of kings
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| Bow to the ruler and kiss the ring
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| But we don’t even understand a thing you say
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| It could happen to you
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| It could happen to you
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| It could happen to you sometime
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| When you least expect it Done by the ones that you never suspected
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| All your bills come due
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| It could happen to you
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| You really got to wonder what you did it for
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| Cause you don’t need an army
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| To move out the poor
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| You brought it out once I know
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| You could bring it again
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| Oh my heart is sinking
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| Same old useless worn out thinking
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| You live your life in the court of kings
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| Count your money as the Raven sings
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| Safe and sound when the wrecking ball swings
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| But all your riches won’t mean a thing someday
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| Oh it could happen to you
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| Oh it could happen to you
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| Oh it could happen to you
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| Oh it could happen to you |