| Turn off the TV and turn off the light
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| Turn off the street lamps as well
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| Turn off the billboards that scream through the night
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| And dream the policemen to Hell
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| Close all the windows and close all the doors
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| Close all the shutters and blinds
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| Close down the churches and pray to the whores
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| Lay down and then close your eyes
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| It’s amazing what comes into view
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| As we’re finally breaking the chains
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| When the temperature rises
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| We’ll go to our place in the rain
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| Take down the pictures and take out the trash
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| Take up the tattered old rugs
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| Take up the mattress and count all the cash
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| And laugh with the last of the drugs
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| Burn all the papers and burn all the wood
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| Burn what we can’t understand
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| Run up a flag for the old neighbourhood
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| Sit back and then take my hand
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| It’s amazing what lovers can do
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| With just a kiss and a glass of champagne
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| When the rivers run dry
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| We can go to our place in the rain
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| Pay off the piper and pay all the bills
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| Pay for the getaway car
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| Blow out the candles and head for the hills
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| Pray that we make it that far
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| Run from the poison and run from the flames
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| Run from the maddening crowd
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| Laugh at the whispers of who’ll take the blame
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| And sing all the sinners out loud
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| It’s amazing what crazy can do
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| When every good citizen’s sane
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| When heaven’s a desert
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| We’ll go to our place in the rain
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| It’s amazing what comes into view
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| When you just connect your heart back to your brain
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| When heaven’s a desert
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| We’ll go to our place in the rain |