| Breaking the curfew
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| Almost home to you
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| I can’t wait to talk again
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| Find freedom at the end
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| 'Cause death is closer to the life we loved.
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| Everyones the same,
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| Everthing is grey,
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| Wouldn’t bet on anything.
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| 'Cept that if you sing,
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| you would be jailed 'cause you express too much.
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| Started out with fines then they gave us trouble,
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| Public negativity.
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| This is a nice country.
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| A perfect system can’t be criticised.
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| Wife and kids at home,
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| Never been alone,
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| Microphones in every room.
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| Across the lands that’s true,
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| It’s an offence to say you hate your life.
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| I left a package on a train downtown
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| That little package bring the whole thing down
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| I left a package on a train downtown,
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| That little package bring the whole thing down.
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| Every light must be,
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| Out so they can see,
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| You’re awake and questioning,
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| The way of things.
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| You see these questions spread like ripples do.
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| Every month that ends seems to start again,
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| Your purpose is to earn your means.
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| But they can’t be dreams,
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| Don’t want you going where you don’t need to.
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| Get a license to have a barbecue,
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| Social interactions die.
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| Cause deep inside.
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| We know, we know this against our will.
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| Breaking the curfew almost home to you
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| You’re the only ones I love
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| Can’t grow up
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| Inside this suffocating box they built.
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| I left a package on a train downtown
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| That little package bring the whole thing down
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| I lefft a package on a train downtown
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| That little package bring the whole thing down.
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| Our hands are busy cause our parts have died
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| Cause our hands were tied.
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| I left a package on a train downtown
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| That little package bring the whole thing down.
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| I left a package on a train downtown
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| That little package bring the whole thing down. |