| I watch the clouds form outside my window
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| I light another as the city goes gray
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| I face the whirlwind with a polite smile
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| Resist the motion of self-righteous crusades
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| Some of the others live for deprivation
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| It’s not something that I could ever do
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| I get my kicks from complete annihilation
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| A brown paper bottle to kill yesterday’s news
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| The right sight, but the wrong kind of vision
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| A grain of salt could do us all a little good
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| Just when the world seems so understanding
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| It knocks you over with a silent left hook
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| Some of the others live for deprivation
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| It’s not something that I could ever do
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| I get my kicks from complete annihilation
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| A brown paper bottle to kill yesterday’s news
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| I faced a thousand attitudes like this one before
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| You can show me your restrictions while I’m showing you the door
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| Some of the others live for deprivation
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| It’s not something that I could ever do
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| I get my kicks from complete annihilation
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| A brown paper bottle to kill yesterday’s news
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| I faced a thousand attitudes like this one before
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| You can show me your restrictions while I’m showing you the door
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| Some of the others live for deprivation
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| It’s not something that I could ever do
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| I get my kicks from complete annihilation
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| A brown paper bottle to kill yesterday’s news |