| I’m standing in Brooklyn just waiting for something to happen
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| I can’t help but look thinking that everyone doesn’t get it To my left is a window, where did I go My reflection just planted two rows of coal
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| And bad ideas, but ideas none the less, and so
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| I’ll put one foot in front of the other one
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| I don’t need a new love, or a new life
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| Just a better place to die
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| I’ll put one foot in front of the other one
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| I don’t need a new love, or a new life
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| Just a better place to die
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| I happened to stumble upon a chapel last night
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| And I can’t help but back up when I think of what happens inside
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| I’ve got friends locked in boxes, that’s no way to live
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| What you calling a sin, isn’t up to them
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| Afterall, afterall I thought we were all your children
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| But I will die for my own sins, thanks a lot
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| We’ll rise up ourselves, thanks for nothing at all
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| So up off the ground, our forefathers are nothing but dust now
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| I’ll put one foot in front of the other one
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| I don’t need a new love, or a new life
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| Just a better place to die
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| I’ll put one foot in front of the other one
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| I don’t need a new love, or a new life
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| Just a better place to die
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| Maybe I should learn to shut my mouth
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| I am over twenty-five
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| And I can’t make a name for myself
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| Some nights I break down and cry
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| Lucky that my father’s still alive
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| He’s been fighting all his life
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| And if this is all I’ve ever known
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| Then may he so live on forever
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| In my song
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| I’ll put one foot in front of the other one
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| I don’t need a new love, or a new life
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| Just a better place to die
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| I’ll put one foot in front of the other one
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| I don’t need a new love, or a new life
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| Just a better place to die
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| In front of the other one
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| In front of the other one
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| Just a better place to die |