| As crass as your mother, keen to the chance
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| You would live by the seat of your pants
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| And you were taught you should have all things you can take
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| It’s getting caught that makes you a thief
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| By the skin of your teeth
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| It’s true you were running for cover
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| The worst of the worst was not done
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| You can’t find comfort in any other
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| Set in your ways like the sun
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| Not one tune had changes like scattered leaves
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| All her clothes strung out on the eves
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| There’s a reckoning that’s coming to make something right
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| There’s a man here who’s picking a fight
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| It’s on like a light
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| No future or history too bright
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| It’s true you were running for cover
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| The worst of the worst was not done
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| You can’t find comfort in any other
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| Set in your ways like the sun
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| She’s worrying me
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| A bird on some leash
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| Flying nowhere but dying to be
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| A bird on some leash
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| Flying nowhere but dying to be
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| Caught by some pride
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| Only virtue will get you untied
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| A bird on some leash
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| Flying nowhere but dying to be |