| Sing, sing
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| Oh so sucker for the sugar substitute and artificial flavoring
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| Small wonder I felt so safe inside nothing more
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| Than a smoke screen and masquerade
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| But outside a car bomb’s ticking
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| Inside a car bomb’s ticking
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| The words I wrote are a broken chain
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| Holding me from the criminally insane
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| But its gone and there’s no stopping
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| All my balloons are popping
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| But the tree was not yet down as she lifted the flag
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| from the bloody ground, whispering:
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| 'Gallons of gas and a makeshift cast
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| And I’m still no further from nowhere fast'
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| Listen! |
| Downstairs the doorbell’s ringing
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| We’ve been waiting
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| I’ve been waiting
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| The words I wrote are a broken chain
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| Holding me from the criminally insane
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| But its gone and there’s no stopping
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| All my balloons are popping
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| The words I wrote are a broken chain
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| Keeping me from the criminally insane
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| But it’s gone and there’s no stopping
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| The words I wrote and the songs I sang
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| Kept this ship from sinking to its grave
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| But it’s gone and there’s no stopping
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| All my balloons are popping |