| You can try and run me down
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| But you can’t drive me on the ground
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| When you’re not there I’ll be around
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| Haunt you I won’t make a sound
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| Track you I don’t need a hound
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| You think your lost I got you found
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| You’re surrounded though you think that they can’t see
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| Your castle walls they all will fall
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| You’ll be surprised that all in all
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| Nobody really cares at all
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| You won’t believe the biggest xxx
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| I can bite your heels when you crawl
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| The pain will come from those so small
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| Go cry wolf or better you should scream
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| Though you’re not on top you think your first
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| Some surgeon scalpel steal the nurse
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| Who can let the others feel the hurt
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| When you’re the driver of the hearse
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| So you’ll feel bad but they’ll feel worse
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| Without you what would the doctor be?
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| I’m watching you but not like quite before
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| I will find you you’re the one I’ve been looking for
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| But when it’s over don’t say sorry any more
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| Abreast this painter run him down
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| Into the night to paint the town
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| While putting everybody on
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| Blowing smoke rings for the crown
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| You brag of those you’ve been around
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| You listen to your silly sounds
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| Disciples pass your bread around
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| While the cross is hidden in your gown
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| They think that they’re on holy ground
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| Not knowing Judas watches from the tree
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| While posing as the saint of need
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| You got fathered to the one who’s weak
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| By using words like sad defeat
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| You laugh but you got lose the beat
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| The girls all giggle at your feet
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| The squealing people that you meet
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| You might get made but be discreet
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| Don’t you take your mask of trick or treat
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| As you get the stars down on their knees
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| But do you really think that you have far to meet?
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| Believing in the magic noose
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| That trips the egg the golden goose
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| And with it you can never lose
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| While fairy tales steal the truth
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| I don’t let go hey
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| I don’t let loose
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| For the goose is flippin' of the roof
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| And without its wings how can you be free?
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| But I’m watching you but not like quite before
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| I will find you you’re the one I’ve been looking for
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| But when it’s over don’t say sorry any more
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| (Instrumental)
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| That ranger he just rides along
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| Protecting those that don’t belong
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| In the land that has no right or wrong
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| Time till you just load his gun
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| For killing outlaws one by one
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| Shooting in-laws just for fun
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| While the jungle laws are on the run
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| Step out before you get stepped on
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| Sadists wear their war paint on
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| Afraid if you’re in the dark to long
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| Cause you know the jungle is no place for the meek
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| You say life is absurdity carnival for melodies
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| You hide the big time bitterly
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| You set the stage so faithfully
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| You’re hocker for more mystery
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| While marching so religiously
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| Is the army that has paid to see
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| The choir boy of reality
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| Laugh at all authority
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| And you smile oh so cynically
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| Sole possessor of his key
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| And it’s sad to know that’s all you’ll ever be
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| And you said keep on the sunny side
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| That life is just a rainbow ride
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| Silver studded surfboard glide
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| On the whinnin' waves keep your hide
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| Don’t you hit the moon when you fly to wide
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| It’ll bring to you down below the tide
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| It’s where no one keeps their tears inside
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| The waters can hide them if you cry
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| For in the waves there are no mysteries
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| But I’m watching you but not like quite before
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| I will find you you’re the one I’ve been looking for
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| But when it’s over don’t say sorry any more |