| Shh It’s okay, it’s okay
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| This is our
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| Dirty, little, secret
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| We’re all alone in the city
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| My hands are stoned with pity
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| I could get by or get high with fifty yeah
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| And I, I, I, don’t feel pretty
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| Today
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| And there’s a lady in a stable
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| Her daddy reads her fables
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| About the moon and his bride
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| He’s in her room every night
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| And feeds upon a table
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| Of silken robes, an altar of stone
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| But the child is unable
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| To run run run
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| And flee his tower of babel
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| So blood blood blood
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| Slithers down her ankles
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| We’re all alone in the city
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| My hands are stoned with pity
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| I could get by or get high with fifty yeah
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| And I, I, I, don’t feel pretty
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| Today
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| Come one, come all, witness the fall
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| Cry to the sky
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| Today we break away
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| Uprising
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| In the house of secrets
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| What happens here stays here, say nothing disappear
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| Uprising, what happens here stays here, uprising, say nothing disappear
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| Uprising
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| Locked away
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| In the chamber of hysterics
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| Here
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| In the house
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| Of secrets
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| In the house of secrets
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| I will tell you of loneliness
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| Shhhhh |