| Well we had to pull on something
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| So we’re grabbing at the threads
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| And now the world’s unravelling
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| Inside our very heads
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| Glasses smeared with lipstick
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| Hungry eyes out in the street
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| Same old bodies moving
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| To the same old beat
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| Had to draw the line
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| Had to draw the line
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| All this talk can hypnotize you and
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| We can ill afford
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| To give ourselves to sentiment
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| When our time is oh so short
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| There are names beneath the lichen
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| On these cemetery stones
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| And carnivals of silverfish
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| Waiting to dance upon our bones
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| Have to draw the line
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| Need to draw the line
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| Had to draw the line
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| I‘ve been doubting yours baby
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| I’ve been doubting mine
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| I’ve been out of circulation
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| Where the sun don’t shine
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| I’ve been doubting fame and wealth
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| Charity, even Love itself
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| Draw the line
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| I ain’t saying he’s bad baby
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| I ain’t saying he’s good
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| Merely that he ain’t so different
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| Neath his executioners hood
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| In the name of liberty
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| In the name of brotherhood
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| Have to draw the line
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| Have to draw the line
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| Need to take some pride baby
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| Need to take some heart
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| Need to take evasive action
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| When the rumpus start
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| Here we are buck naked baby
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| But where should we begin
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| When it’s not the flesh we’re after
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| But the howlin' ghost within
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| Have to draw the line
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| Need to draw the line
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| Had to draw the line
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| Need to draw the line
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| Have to draw the line
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| Pack your bags we’re going home
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| Help me draw the line
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| Pack your bags we’re going yeah
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| Had to draw the line
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| Pack your bags we’re going home
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| Need to draw the line
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| Pack your bags we’re going yeah
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| Had to draw the line
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| Pack your bags we’re going home
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| Had to draw the line |