| You look smart but that’s not enough
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| You need a course in attitude
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| Nobody’s fussed
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| You can spend all your days
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| Planning what to buy
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| Then the signs all spin around
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| You’ll pay your debts in time
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| You wanna shake shake shake
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| To fit in all that much
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| There seem to be holes in everything
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| These cold hands touch
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| And we’ll take take take
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| And swallow the whole way down
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| We may fall forever
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| But we won’t fall down
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| Cause we go lalalalalala whoa
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| Lalalalalala whoa
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| And it’s on
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| There’s blood on my shoes
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| Nobody knows
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| Because of you
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| Where did you go
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| Where did you go
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| Nobody knows
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| Where did you go
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| You’re pretty so pretty
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| So long as somebody loves you
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| So leave us alone
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| For the rich get richer but still they cry
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| They say the city is after us
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| But we don’t know why
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| Profound is the debt, the debt you owe
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| You owe it to sorrow
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| It’s sorrow you owe
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| For when one downmanship is all you’ve ever known
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| You go to clamor for the glamour
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| It’s never your own
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| So long
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| There’s blood on my shoes
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| Nobody knows
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| Because of you
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| Where did you go
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| Where did you go
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| Nobody knows
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| Where did you go
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| With our cockeyed wistful vision we’re oblivious
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| Through all the hell we raised
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| Maybe that’s how it should stay
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| When we don’t feel change or pain or ache or lust
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| You go to reach for the sedative but it’s never enough
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| For a fake fake spirit and a masquerade
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| We have so many colors but still dwell in the shade
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| I play the pugilist the apathist in so many ways
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| There’s always tomorrow or never
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| Forever and a day
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| So long
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| There’s blood on my shoes
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| Nobody knows
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| Because of you
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| Where did you go
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| Where did you go
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| Nobody knows
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| Where did you go |