| Pick up your offer don’t mess with me
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| you’re the kind of man I don’t wanna be
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| with your plastic smile like a false bouquet
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| nobody speaks 'til you’ve had you’re say
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| ah! |
| you’d better start saving for a rainy day
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| 'cause I’m gonna take you down
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| I’m gonna take you down
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| Oh! |
| you’ve had your run, I think you know
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| you’re not too sure where the wind’s gonna blow
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| the money’s made, you won’t say how
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| but you’d squeeze the milk from a sacred cow
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| and it’s alright if you don’t look now
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| 'cause I’m gonna take you down
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| I’m gonna take you down
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| I’m gonna take you down
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| Take you down and show you
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| what you’ve been somehow missin'
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| when no one counts the money
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| and the table’s often dry
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| and the scarecrows in their tatters
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| drink your health in dust and ashes
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| and the children of your empire
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| can’t even see the sky, see the sky
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| I’m gonna take you down
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| I’m gonna take you down
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| I’m gonna take you down
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| Build your tower and build it fast
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| and pray that all you’ve got will last
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| for the time will come when your blood runs cold
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| and all you have is your worthless soul
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| and the mirror tells you’re growing old
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| and I’m gonna take you down
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| I’m gonna take you down
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| I’m gonna take you down |