| A limousine
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| To the infusion suite
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| Down a rainy street
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| Early dawn
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| Eyes that sweep
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| Skin that feels
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| And the swish of wheels
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| And the radio
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| All the feeling we shared on the car ride
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| All the fear that was there on the other side
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| All the souls that were spared
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| Oh, and those that we left out to die
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| You fell from the nest
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| In your suicide vest
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| They tapped a decree
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| From their side of the screen
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| It’s Father’s Day
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| For the father in me
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| Oh, bachelor prince
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| Oh, brain on two feet
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| Oh, master of wandering meat
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| All ghost-faced in oxidised green
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| Increasingly inward-involved
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| And cut off from the scene
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| And you coughed through the car park
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| Leaked through a slug in your lung
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| The day wasted away
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| TV sang its lonely song
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| Our dream was born dead
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| We thought it was shared
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| We thought that it ran
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| Laughing 'cross the beach
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| Lit by shine of the sea
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| Made for you and for me
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| Ah, but we were deceived
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| Because what was the dream?
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| It was wired to explode in the city square
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| It was drugs they dropped into your drink
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| It was dread, it was doubt
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| It was never about what you think
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| And we walked through the ballpark
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| All the fans had gone home
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| The night breathed like a dream
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| The air sung like a song
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| Raised from the dead
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| In the Benz back seat
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| I encountered the magazine king
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| He was wearing that old high school ring
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| Ah, to see the aggressor with clarity
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| In the early-morning obliviated light
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| Ah, to hear his confederates whisper
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| «Just don’t even fight»
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| «Ah, well met, well met, well met» said he
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| «Now you’re part of the parasite family
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| And I wouldn’t expect no more charity
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| There are screams in the street
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| Though it seems you can sleep through the night»
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| I bit my nails until blood
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| Walked alone with my phone
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| It was pissing down rain
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| I was more than alone
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| With the agency creation has gifted me
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| What am I gonna do with my poor body
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| Ah, but take it and use it
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| And place it upon some front line?
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| Maker of light
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| You are made of light
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| Oh, maker of love
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| You are made of love
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| Oh, maker of light
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| You are made of light, made of light
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| Oh, maker of love
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| You are made of love
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| Oh, maker of light
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| You are made of light, made of light, made of light
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| Oh, maker of love
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| To be made of love |