| You can argue baby but we’re damaged goods for good
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| You can argue baby but we’re damaged goods for good
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| In my head there’s a thousand eyes
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| They won their freedom
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| Became a thousand spies
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| Another head hits the concrete
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| And it happened down on my street
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| But his blood is gonna bleed
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| And it’s all, baby it’s all for me to see
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| He came out on the losing end
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| So he went out
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| And then he shot a friend
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| My eyes they took me for a ride
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| Made it seem a suicide
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| But his blood is gonna bleed
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| And it’s all for me to see
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| Looking at you
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| You look a lot like me
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| It seems we are from the same factory
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| We are the ones who’d rather go blind
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| You can argue baby but we’re damaged goods for good
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| You can argue baby but we’re damaged goods for good
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| In your skull there’s a thousand eyes
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| They’re all the same
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| And they’re all to blame
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| There’s somebody watching you
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| And you don’t know what to do
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| But your blood is gonna bleed
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| And it’s all for me to see
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| You got eyes and they’ll drive you mad
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| There’ll be no sleep
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| In the head of the fly
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| No one is there to hear you call
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| No one will catch you when fall
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| But your blood is gonna bleed
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| And it’s all for us to see
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| Looking at you
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| You look a lot like me
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| It seems we are from the same factory
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| We are the ones who’d rather go blind
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| You can argue baby but we’re damaged goods for good
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| You can argue baby but we’re damaged goods for good
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| You can argue baby but we’re damaged goods for good
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| You can argue baby but we’re damaged goods for good |