| We keep hiding up all our Easter eggs
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| For reasons we just can’t say
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| We’re hiding up all our money
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| When the tax man comes to prey
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| We keep hiding and hiding and hiding
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| All our bits and precious barbs
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| We‘re hiding all our freckles
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| Our wrinkles, and dead end jobs
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| We keep hiding and hiding and hiding
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| From all our hope and fear
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| Until hate boils through us
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| And there’s no one left to care
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| Well we hide from what we want
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| So poisonous and soaked in sin
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| Oh we hide from even our thoughts
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| Until they come around again
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| I can’t see
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| What you don’t let me
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| (All for love)
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| I can’t see
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| What you don’t let me
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| (All for love)
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| All come out to play
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| (All for love)
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| They all come out to play
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| (All for love)
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| We all come out to play
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| Well we duck and we dodge, we pocket and cover
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| All our scraps and ticks
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| Hiding up all our lustful needs so they
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| Won’t know our kicks
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| We keep hiding and hiding and hiding
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| Under blankets inside our bed
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| We nervously chew up our pencils
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| Until our teeth are stained of lead
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| We keep nestling to people like teddy bears
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| Because the good book said
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| «Well he who holds to soft things
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| Won’t die before they’re dead.»
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| (All for love)
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| I can’t see
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| What you don’t let me
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| (All for love)
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| I can’t see
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| What you don’t let me
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| All come out to play
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| They all come out to play
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| I can’t see
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| What you don’t let me
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| (All come out to play)(All for love)
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| We keep hiding and hiding and hiding
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| From robbers and from cops
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| Hiding our paranoid fits
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| Snaps, cracks, and pops
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| Well we hide from what we want
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| So naive and drenched in sin
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| We hide from even our thoughts
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| Until they come around again
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| So we nervously chew up our pencils
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| Until our teeth are stained of lead
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| And me who holds to soft things
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| Won’t die before I’m dead |