| Flame, shadow, many in life
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| The quiet eyes, deciding
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| Who’s coming to ground
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| Dead-nighted, the chain
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| The left hand, the wave
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| The right calm, the ram
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| The reason for life
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| Sorry, sorry, we won’t be around
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| We are never better
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| Sorry, sorry, for bringing you down
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| We are never better, yes
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| What do I know?
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| The superstition, this is what it said
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| Style, steel, the nodding, the deal
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| Double noise, the cunning
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| The turn, the pain
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| Polish, frame
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| The sentence to life
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| The quiet eyes, reminding
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| Of keeping it down
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| Sorry, sorry, we won’t be around
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| We are never better
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| Sorry, sorry, for bringing you down
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| We are never better, yeah
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| What do I know?
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| Come and tell me
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| Superstition, this is what it said
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| I am driving a truck filled with everything
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| This is the high water mark of civilization
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| But if you ask me, I will say it is easy
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| It is easy, I am writing
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| I am writing with a cum alphabet |