| The way you wait up late
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| When you finish the midnight shift
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| And you try to put out the hate
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| You know it’s going to drift
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| Brother, you’re going down
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| Down from the final blow
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| You can call on the one
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| The one that you knew
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| It feels right with you, my brother
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| It feels right when you’re right here
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| No, I don’t want to know
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| Every mountain every fear
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| Like a big old brother
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| Who can always pick you up
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| Who can fill your pocket
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| When you’re all messed up
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| The sea that promises defeat
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| Is the flood that will come
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| The heat that keeps your habit warm
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| Is the flame that will burn
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| Are you wearing your filters?
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| Are you changing your clothes?
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| Are you wearing your colours
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| So that nobody knows?
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| Oh brother, brother, brother, brother of mine
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| Like a big brother
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| Who’ll pick me up
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| Fill my pockets
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| When I’m all messed up
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| Invitation, you don’t have to hide no more
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| You can give me something, I don’t mind
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| You can lay it down on me
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| You can say it, I want to know
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| Oh brother, brother, brother, brother of mine
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| Oh sister, sister, sister, sister of mine
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| Look for my brother
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| Look for my brother
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| Look for my brother
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| Look for my brother |