| We’re covered in fingerprints from thumbing the pages
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| Looking for some escape
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| But all the bold letters they just say the same thing:
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| There’s no way out of this…
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| We never believed you
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| We never believed in you
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| Just look what you’ve done
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| And how, how could you go there
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| Wearing your white gloves?
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| Can’t you see what you’ve done…
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| Where’s the safety net now
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| Where’s the damage control?
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| We were promised a whole set of balances
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| You took the crookedest line to our door
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| And you left us with one million eyes closed…
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| Back at the homestead we’re fighting our instinct
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| To run, run, run, run for the hills
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| But with everyone leaning I think that it’s tipping
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| I just see over the edge…
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| So when you fall out of this chance
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| There’s no one to buy you back
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| From all that you’ve done…
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| So go, get the fuck out of this house
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| Just hurry alone now
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| 'cause there’s work to be done…
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| Where’s the safety now
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| Where’s the damage control?
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| We were promised a whole set of balances
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| You took the crookedest line
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| To our door and you left us with one million backs turned
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| Where’s the safety now
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| Where’s the light at the end?
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| It was never enough to have everything
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| You took the crookedest line to our door
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| And you left us with one million eyes closed… |