| There’s a way, just walk the line
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| Keep your direction
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| And read the signs
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| Just play the game, or fade away
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| Make your confessions, and book a ride
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| Now that your sparkling smile is outworn
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| Now that your famous blue raincoat is torn
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| Spin me a lie and we’ll slip through the haze
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| Just like Louise we’ll get lost in the shades
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| Change your name, and change your face;
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| For your protection, and the new day
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| Believe in me you can be free
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| Escape the aggression and book that ride
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| Now you’re a rat and you can’t sleep at night
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| Under the spell of the following eye
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| This is the game there’s no getting out
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| I’ve seen the end and it looks like a nine
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| You feel the chill that just crept down your spine
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| This time, the last surrender
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| The axe won’t be buried, not ever, not sorry
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| It is too late to worry
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| Now you’re a rat and you can’t sleep at night
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| Under the spell of the following eye
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| This is the game there’s no getting out
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| I’ve seen the end and it looks like a nine
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| You feel the chill that just crept down your spine
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| This time, the last surrender
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| The axe won’t be buried, not ever, not sorry
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| It is too late to worry |