| Fallow from the loss of sun
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| Fields turn into spoil
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| And sought along the arid plains
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| For food left in the soil
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| And all the mothers, fathers with
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| Their water and their wood
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| Give life to an inheritor
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| Relieved not understood
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| I come from a line of crooks
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| Bitter and brittle men
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| So I won’t be around when those
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| Wedding bells ring
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| But I’m mean and marked up enough
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| To give you my hand
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| With none of my roots showing
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| So leave me a little privacy
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| Don’t call, don’t come around at all
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| Leave me a little decency
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| And call off all your dogs
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| Or their collars are coming off
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| Following the loss of laws
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| Saying in their turn
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| For every man to live his life
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| She’ll have to last and burn
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| And all the brothers, sisters, mothers
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| Fathers and their sons, will
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| Be passed along the daily deal
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| Alike the day before
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| La da, da da, da da, da da, la da
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| Don’t get like that
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| Don’t recoil back in silence
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| All that I ask is just a couple of seconds
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| In private
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| Leave me a little privacy
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| Don’t call, don’t come around at all
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| Leave me a little decency
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| And call off all your dogs
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| Oh, I’m sorry darlin', you’re just gonna have to choose
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| It’s either me or the elephant in the room
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| I can’t stand to lose ya, I can’t stand to lose ya
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| But it’s either me or the elephant in the room |