| Don’t condescend, you could never pretend
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| You can spit, you can spend, you could never pretend
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| There is a sign that you’ve run out of time
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| Now you’re chewing the rind and you’ve run out of time
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| And you know there is a place you can rest
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| There is night and a drum in your chest
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| And a help for your hand in the war
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| There is home and a bed that is yours
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| There is home and a bed that is yours
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| I’ve seen you weep, seen the black that you keep
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| Like a pet in the basement that howls at the moon
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| You fill my mind with a thousand bright diamonds
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| You look like a lion to my failing eyes
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| And you know there is a place you can rest
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| There is night and a drum in your chest
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| And a help for your hand in the war
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| There is home and a bed that is yours
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| There is home and a bed that is yours
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| Looking back, was it all that he said it would be?
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| Was it light in the evening?
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| Was it all that he said it would be? |