| Aw we recognize, see it in your eyes
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| See it in your eyes, all the lies of the megaphone
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| We know who you are, we’re not very far
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| We’re not very far, we’re the cop and the criminal
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| Aw we recognize, aw we recognize
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| See it in your eyes, all the lies of the megaphone
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| We know who you are, we know who you are
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| We’re not very far, we’re the cop and the criminal
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| Skin the rabbit, skin skin the rabbit
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| There’s a lot of people saying that we’re grieving
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| About the track that we’re on
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| Skin the rabbit, skin skin the rabbit
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| Makes you wonder about the faces and the aces that have crawled up the arm
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| Skin the rabbit, can you turn my gold to wine
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| Stone to stone, the needle and the eye
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| Oil in the sand, a gun in every hand
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| A gun in every hand and we die like the buffalo
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| Feel it in the dawn, won’t be very long
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| Won’t be very long, in the age of the methadone
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| Oil in the sand, oil in the sand
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| A gun in every hand and we die like the buffalo
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| Feel it in the dawn, feel it in the dawn
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| Won’t be very long, in the age of the methadone
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| Skin the rabbit, skin skin the rabbit
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| There’s a lot of people saying that we’re grieving
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| About the track that we’re on
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| Skin the rabbit, skin skin the rabbit
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| Makes you wonder about the faces and the aces that have crawled up the arm
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| Skin the rabbit, can you turn my gold to wine
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| Stone to stone, the needle and the eye
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| Is there anyone else?
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| Is there anyone else?
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| Is there anyone else who can
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| Who can read my mind
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| Who can read my mind
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| Who can read my mind 'cause it’s no longer mine
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| Skin the rabbit, skin skin the rabbit
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| There’s a lot of people saying that we’re grieving
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| About the track that we’re on
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| Skin the rabbit, skin skin the rabbit
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| Makes you wonder about the faces and the aces that have crawled up the arm
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| Skin the rabbit, can you turn my gold to wine
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| Stone to stone, the needle and the eye
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| Skin the rabbit, skin skin the rabbit
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| There’s a lot of people saying that we’re grieving
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| About the track that we’re on
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| Skin the rabbit, skin skin the rabbit
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| Makes you wonder about the faces and the aces that have crawled up the arm
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| Skin the rabbit, can you turn my gold to wine
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| Stone to stone, the needle and the eye |