| Born from a soldier’s arms
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| But our spirit keeps a-moving on
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| And one metre at a time we’ll fall
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| It’s a bloody hill in a broken war
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| We’ve been singing like a lunatic
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| And knee-deep in our milk and sticks
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| Just a kid with a broken arm
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| It’s a slingshot, a hail of harm
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| Ooh, I’m hungry for that feeling, honey
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| 'Cause it’s moving faster than the speed of sound
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| I left you a lizard by the lake, my lover
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| It was so profound
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| While we found
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| While we found
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| Torn like a beaten man
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| It’s another dog in a foreign land
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| And keep on carrying a broken stone
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| And new tricks and a buried bone
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| We were born to be motivated
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| Cut off and cultivated
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| I promise you when the time does come
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| We’ll be down-river with a loaded gun
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| Ooh, I’m hungry for that feeling, honey
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| 'Cause it’s moving faster than the speed of sound
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| I left you a lizard by the lake, my lover
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| It was so profound
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| While we found
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| While we found
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| While we found
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| While we found
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| Just like the rest
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| You’ll be coming back, you’ll be looking for paradise
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| For the silver line
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| That separates your body from your mind
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| What a mess we’re in…
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| There’s a monster in my head
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| There’s an animal screaming down upon my neck
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| Oh no, you better get up, my friend…
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| There’s a monster in my head
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| There’s an animal screaming down upon my neck
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| Oh no, you better get up, my friend…
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| While we found
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| While we found
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| Oh no, you better get up, my friend
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| Oh no, you better get up, my friend
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| Yeah
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| Oh, you know you better run, my friend |