| I’ve been sinking into something
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| Without thinking about the dumb thing
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| 'Cause what’s the point in always doing what you’re told
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| But what’s the point in always doing what you’re told
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| We spend too long fighting demons
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| But you won’t change, the odd still evens
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| So what’s the point in always doing what you’re told
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| What’s the point in always doing what you’re told
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| So walk the wire to keep our feet above the coals
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| And I remember
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| Days of splendour
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| Walking with our feet pressed to the coals
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| And I had never
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| Known a fire
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| That don’t desire to feel a little burn
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| 'Cause I’ve been sinking into something
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| Without thinking about the dumb thing
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| 'Cause what’s the point in always doing what you’re told
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| But what’s the point in always doing what you’re told
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| We walk the wire to keep our feet above the coals
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| There is no fire that don’t desire a little burn
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| So what’s the point in always doing what you’re told
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| What’s the point in always doing what you’re told (na na na na na)
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| We walk the wire to keep our feet above the coals (na na na na na)
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| There is no fire that don’t desire a little burn (na na na na na)
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| So what’s the point in always doing what you’re told (na na na na na)
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| What’s the point in always doing what you’re told (na na na na na)
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| We walk the wire to keep our feet above the coals (na na na na na)
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| There is no fire that don’t desire a little burn (na na na na na)
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| So what’s the point in always doing what you’re told (na na na na na) |