| Well this stone that I have swallowed
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| Isn’t going down so well
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| And this road that I have followed
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| Is leading me to hell
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| And you said it didn’t matter
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| But I think you’re a liar
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| Is this one of your talents
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| That stokes the very
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| Fire that burns you
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| Each time you try to live
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| The earth will turn below you
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| The pressure is building
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| And something has to give
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| And when I build you a steeple
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| You say it’s incomplete
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| Cos you need the whole cathedral
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| To satisfy your need
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| You’re like a paper aeroplane
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| That never seems to land
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| Flying blind through anything
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| Straight into the
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| Hand that chokes you
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| Each time you try to live
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| The earth will turn below you
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| The pressure is building
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| And something has to give
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| Something has to give |