| You got an albatross around your neck, around your neck
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| You got a hundred broken lightbulbs above your head
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| They said that you had it coming but I wouldn’t bet
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| 'Cause you got a slowly ticking time bomb,
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| And then you see red.
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| Sunblind, sunblind
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| You got an albatross around your neck, around your neck
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| You got a pile of broken wishbones under your bed
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| And you got a hungry green-eyed monster that you keep fed
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| And it keeps on coming over, it wants you dead
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| Sunblind, sunblind
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| Oh, you burnt the lungs that your ancestors created
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| You sat by the banks of the river and you waited
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| Till time rolled back and the water had abated
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| You drank, you share but you still could not be sated
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| Quicksands of the mind and the sinkholes you may find
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| When you look through the twisting of the vines,
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| The twisting of the vines.
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| Time comes round again, it’s etching at your bones
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| Chill wind comes round, it’s blowing through your home
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| Quicksands of the mind and the sinkholes you may find
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| When you look through the twisting of the vines.
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| You burnt the lungs that your ancestors created
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| You sat by the banks of the river and you waited
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| Till time rolled back and the water had abated
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| You drank, you share but you still could not be sated
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| You said you’re scared of the clocks that keep ticking over
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| I’ll find a way through a life that we’re living over
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| Again and again through a life that we’re living over, again and again
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| A life that we’re living over,
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| Again and again, again and again and again
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| Again and again, again and again and again |