| Amongst the goods
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| And high explosives
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| Men women and children make their way
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| Accross the woods
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| Where the troll lives
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| Who never sees the light of day
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| I’m making my home
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| My little passion pit
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| In the middle of other people’s brains
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| Nickel, chrome
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| And iron and hit
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| By heat and light and heavy rain
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| There’s nothing like the sun
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| There’snothing like the sun
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| Trough the window coming in
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| There’s nothing like the sun
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| There’s nothing like the sun
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| And the sunlight on your skin
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| We drove
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| Past the jailhouse
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| Past the judgement past the crime
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| Along the cove
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| Along the giant’s eyebrows
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| I wasn’t in service at that time
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| I ran on the high wire
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| Stayed focused on the pain
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| From the frying pan
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| And into the fire
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| Then into rehab and back again
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| I’ll quit
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| And make a way
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| I´ll do that on a rainy day
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| I´ll quit
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| I´ll make way
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| But only on a rainy day |