| And I was in the corner
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| I was taking my medicine
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| And you were in the corner too
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| But I didn’t wanna share it with you
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| How are we ever gonna get any better
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| If we’re always in the same room?
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| We read she pulled out the tendons
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| And she set them on the river
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| Now we know that it isn’t true
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| We are only ever
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| Little sparrows on a mountain side
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| When the wind came up
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| And it blew away her footing
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| And it forced her into flight
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| So how are we ever gonna get any better
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| Under cover of the same night?
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| We read she pulled out the tendons
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| And she set them on the river
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| Now we know that isn’t right
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| I’m going to buy a sharper set of knives
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| So whose side are you on?
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| To set me loose like Clovis' sons
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| Their mothers bed to lay them on
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| Whose side are you on?
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| Caught up in the eye of
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| Every storm that passes through
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| If history is beholden to
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| A very different kind of truth
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| Then how are we ever gonna get any better
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| If we’re always in the same room?
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| We read she pulled out the tendons
|
| And she set them on the river
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| Now we know that isn’t true
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| I’m going to buy a keener set of lies
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| And whose side are you on?
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| To set me loose like Clovis' sons
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| Their mothers bed to lay them on
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| Whose side are you on?
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| And maybe there has always been
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| Something in the corner hiding
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| The feeling as a child we had
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| There’s something in between the air
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| And even on the coldest night
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| I generate a heat inside me
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| And even with the tendon’s cut
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| There’s something in the corner hiding
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| In between the air
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| And whose side are you on?
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| To set me loose like Clovis' sons
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| Their mothers bed to lay them on
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| Whose side are you on?
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| Whose side are you on?
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| Whose side are you on?
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| I was in the corner
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| I was taking my medicine
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| And you were in the corner too
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| But I didn’t wanna share it with you |