| Picture me enchained like a memory
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| And I won’t waste, I won’t waste
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| Figure you’d be safe, calling the police
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| They won’t wait, they won’t wait up
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| Shaking like a leaf, as a simile
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| Doesn’t begin to describe
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| Every little failing is annuity
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| To the one in four who survive
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| Funny how the ending mirrors my life
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| Sharp love from sharp eyes
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| Buried under coats, needing all relief
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| I won’t wake, I won’t wake up
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| I’ve been hiding under stairs: I’ve been there for a while
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| Where
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| Where
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| Where
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| Wherewithal
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| All temerity is stuck on the hem of your guile
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| Where
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| Where
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| Where
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| Wherewithal
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| You think emotional appeasement is just a part of the style
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| Where
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| Where
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| Where
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| Wherewithal
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| When a victim needs to trust in the system to fight
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| Where
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| Where
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| Where
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| Wherewithal
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| And the truth is I can’t trust you anywhere
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| And the truth is I can’t trust you anywhere
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| On the tip of your cap is a badge
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| Semper vigilo: you never ever did that though
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| And I can’t trust you anywhere
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| No I can’t trust you anywhere |