| They try to feed me in times of hunger
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| But I refuse their generous hands
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| Though I am a taker, an opportunist
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| I’ve got longings no offer can stand
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| Take a good look here
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| Marvel at this stunner of a being so profound
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| He must be our saviour
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| The second coming
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| He has come here to waltz around
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| I don’t care whose house is on fire
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| As long as I can warm myself at the blaze
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| Of burning furnish, cherished photographs
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| Unrelated hell
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| Come here and balance
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| On my fingers
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| They will be here for you
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| When its all you have left
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| I always lied to you, did you not know
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| And I’ll put you in manacles, doesn’t it show
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| Little bird land on my fingers
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| I will place a stone on each of your hostile wings
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| Can you transcend my force in your broken allure
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| Flee in my shackles, I’ll be coming after you
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| Take a good look here
|
| Marvel at this stunner of a being so profound
|
| He must be our saviour
|
| The second coming
|
| He has come here to waltz around
|
| Come here and balance
|
| On my fingers
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| They will be here for you
|
| When its all you have left
|
| I always lied to you, did you not know
|
| And I’ll put you in manacles, doesn’t it show
|
| Little bird land on my fingers
|
| I will place a stone on each of your hostile wings
|
| Can you transcend my force in your broken allure
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| Flee in my shackles, I’ll be coming after you
|
| Come here and balance
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| On my fingers
|
| They will be here for you
|
| When its all you have left
|
| I always lied to you, did you not know
|
| And I’ll put you in manacles, doesn’t it show
|
| Little bird land on my fingers
|
| I will place a stone on each of your hostile wings
|
| Can you transcend my force in your broken allure
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| Flee in my shackles, I’ll be coming after you |