| Her arms are tied, she’d good to go
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| And it makes no difference, who’s in control
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| She said I’m sorry now, the winds have changed
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| These works of art, in my way
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| It’s time for you to go
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| He said it’s my home too, these are fucked up rules
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| Wake up dearest, you mindless fool
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| It’ll be good, for you
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| His eyes are tired, he’s half alone
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| And she signals anger, through control
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| The conversation screeches on
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| And we hold our heads up, for so long
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| She said I’m sorry now, the winds have changed
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| These works of art, in my way
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| It’s time for you to go
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| He said it’s my home too, these are fucked up rules
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| Wake up dearest, you mindless fool
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| It’ll be good, for you
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| I never needed life, I never needed. |
| (x4)
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| I never needed life, I never needed. |
| (x4) |