| When I look into the mirror, I see all of my old friends
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| They are the tails of rockets going by in the window just behind me
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| Then I see the flash of the gunshot from the black gun I imagine
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| When I think of how they told me that he bought one
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| Oh lover, fuck me in the afternoon, fuck me in the evening
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| Either way, at least it will be now in which we’re living
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| Overseas, underground
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| I thought that I would be stronger
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| I didn’t know that my old life would become
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| A swarm of swallows thinning out against the aurora borealis
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| That’s right, I said a swarm of swallows thinning out against the aurora
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| borealis
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| Oh won’t you throw me from the palace
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| Should I ever reach for my brother’s crown
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| For he is he, an honest king
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| And I am only everything else
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| I’ll stay
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| Under the table cause we both know
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| That I am willing and I am able
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| And we both know there is no Cain, there is no Abel
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| And when you hang around
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| When you hang around
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| And then you hang around
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| You belong where you are found
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| When you hear your name
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| Coming straight from the horse’s mouth
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| And you don’t run either away or toward the sound
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| You belong where you are found
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| And that book
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| Under your arm
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| Has a title like a hot coal
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| You fool
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| You fool
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| Said when you hang around
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| And when you just hang around
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| And then you just, you just, you just hang around
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| You belong where you are found
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| You belong where you are found
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| You belong where you are found
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| Overseas, underground
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| I thought that I would be stronger |