| Down tide, sick with treason
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| High rise, final season
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| Your life cut to ribbons, too
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| Boo-hoo red, white and you
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| This time next September
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| You’ll always be dismembered
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| Our lives left in pieces, too
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| Boo-hoo red, white and you
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| No one will retain them blue eyes
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| When everything’s grey. |
| Hey
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| When the seas reaching the floor line
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| Washes us away
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| For those unknown pleasures
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| Bore your sunken treasure
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| The floor drops from under you
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| Boo-hoo red, white and you
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| This time, next December
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| Your name will be remembered
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| To blame for tearing us in two
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| Boo-hoo red, white, and you
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| No one will retain them blue eyes
|
| When everything’s grey. |
| Hey
|
| When the seas reaching the floor line
|
| Washes us away
|
| No one will retain them blue eyes
|
| Once you’ve gone away. |
| Hey
|
| Build you with the help of seven angels
|
| Turn the holy grail
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| Down tide, sick with treason
|
| High rise, final season
|
| Your lives catching up with you
|
| Boo-hoo red, white, and you
|
| This time next December
|
| You’ll always be remembered
|
| You will go down in history
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| For your inhumanity
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| No one will retain them blue eyes
|
| When everything’s grey. |
| Hey
|
| When the seas reaching the floor line
|
| Washes us away
|
| No one will retain them blue eyes
|
| Once you’ve gone away. |
| Hey
|
| Build you with the help of seven angels
|
| Turn the holy grail |