| Breaking news is never good, take the needle from my eye
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| And stack the shelves with anything, just so we don’t have nothing
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| Leap year babies barely age, all their friends are dead
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| And they sit at home with just their own joke to keep them company
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| Take me walking? |
| cause it’s a fine night
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| And you’re still as the air
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| Don’t be down? |
| cause they take almost all
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| But they can never take our statutory rights
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| So look out to the horizon, see that hill now screw your eyes
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| And let’s pretend we’re just that close to the coast
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| Help me down, help me down, let’s be on our way
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| Take me walking? |
| cause it’s a fine night
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| And you’re pale as that old moon
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| Don’t be down? |
| cause they take almost all
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| But they can never take our statutory rights |