| Father, they burn your home for more cinder.
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| Well I’ll never tell a soul what I never saw.
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| Mother, your garden grows a bit quicker.
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| The river, it spills from our heads; |
| a bit sinister.
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| Hold your head higher please, and don’t make a scene like you mean to.
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| Just play in your pretty band and remember to breath.
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| And lord you live inside my head tonight.
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| We couldn’t stay this way without you.
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| So love the machine, and cover me with your hot steam.
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| Call all your big friends and their big fantasies.
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| Hold your head higher please, and don’t make a scene like you mean to.
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| Just play in your beautiful band and remember to breath.
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| Down, down, down you go, jab another poison apple down your throat and you sing,
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| Well it comes and goes through ten or twenty golden microphones and you sing,
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| Night after night after, night after nine to five.
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| Night after night after, nine to five every night.
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| The party stops, and you’re left on the rocks. |
| and I can’t feel a freezing
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| stitch.
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| The train man says he’s pulling the brakes, to meet you on your wedding day.
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| She’s the cute rose hip, the principle bitch, and I won’t bleed for no ones
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| sins.
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| Does the sad soul know how to get on the road?
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| Well, we don’t need no holy ghost.
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| Just then he fell in front of me! |
| (How did you know? how did you know?!)
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| Screaming foreign obscenities (I just can’t stand to watch you float)
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| Whatever might become of me (Where do you go? where do you go?!)
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| They’ll cut you off below the knees (How do you keep yourself composed?)
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| Through automated machines that make me breath,
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| Call all your big friends and their gigantic fantasies.
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| Father they crush your soul for more silver,
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| Mother, they break your heart and swallow it whole.
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| I don’t see the safety in jumping from that balcony
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| Every night after night after, night after nine to five.
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| Night after night after nine to five every night. |