| I will be taking care of business
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| I’ll run it all into the ground
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| I’ll pay my debts and walk away from this
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| Careless hearts and their cellist hands come deep as outs
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| They can’t save us now
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| And I won’t be made to take this
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| Stupid ending then the eye
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| I held the world on my shoulder
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| I had the public on my side
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| And I will take this bitter pill
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| As I would swallow my pride
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| And I’ll take everything
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| That you hold dear
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| And I will try to feel something
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| As I chew upon your fears
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| When the beacons burn, the lights go out
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| I will know my work is done
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| I would give credit if it would you
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| You build your house on shifting sands and watched your garden as it grew
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| Eyes down, no questions asked
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| Or the devil really will find work for idle hands to do
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| And I won’t be made to take this
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| Stupid ending then the eye
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| I held the world on my shoulder
|
| I had the public on my side
|
| And I will take this bitter pill
|
| As I would swallow my pride
|
| And I’ll take everything
|
| That you hold dear
|
| And I will try to feel something
|
| As I chew upon your fears
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| When the beacons burn, the lights go out
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| I will know my work is done
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| There is no more, than this ending
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| That I can give to you
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| There is no more than this ending
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| There is nothing more at all
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| There is no more, than this ending
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| That I can give to you
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| There is no more than this ending
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| There is nothing more at all |