| You’ve been ducking and dodging but you can’t come home no more
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| You’ve been ducking and dodging but you can’t come home no more
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| That key you’ve got won’t fit this lock no more
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| That key you’ve got won’t fit this lock no more
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| You’ve been ducking, dodging but you can’t come home no more
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| You’ve been ducking and dodging but you can’t come home no more
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| That key you’ve got won’t let you in my door
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| That key you’ve got won’t let you in my door
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| My eyes have seen the glory and
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| The sound and image, synchronized
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| Right there on the silver screen
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| Heard the sounds suggesting
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| Lineage of influence, yeah
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| Saw it there in the motherland
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| Straps and cables, steeples, stairways
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| Wind away from origin
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| In a trampled vintage floats the proof
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| I cannot be freed
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| The concert stage, the velvet cage
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| The glass perimeter of me
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| All my friends are disappearing
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| All my letters are in codes
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| All I ever think and feel
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| In your shadow, any roads
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| Waiting, waiting by the silent phone
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| I draft my next apology
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| Burn my letters once they’re read
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| Unalloyed joint, I thrice repeat
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| Unalloyed joint
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| Unalloyed joint
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| Listen to what I just heard
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| It’s written on the sun, jailbird
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| And just like you
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| The way it moves
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| A thought that creeps in, grinning always
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| In your hair
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| And in your hallways
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| Got detained in San Francisco
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| On your way to get fresh air
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| The U.S.A. didn’t want you there
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| Juggled oranges, but no one cared
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| You’ve been ducking, dodging but you can’t come home no more
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| You’ve been ducking and dodging but you can’t come home no more
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| That key you’ve got won’t fit that lock no more
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| That key you’ve got won’t fit that lock no more
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| You’ve been ducking and dodging but you can’t come home no more
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| You’ve been ducking and dodging but you can’t come home no more
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| That key you’ve got won’t fit that lock no more
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| That key you’ve got won’t fit that lock no more
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| You’ve been ducking and dodging but you can’t come home no more
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| You’ve been ducking, dodging but you can’t come home no more
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| That key you’ve got won’t won’t let you in that door
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| That key you’ve got won’t fit that lock no more
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| Lady MacBeth, rock me mama
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| Like my back ain’t got no bone
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| Like clicks heard on the telephone
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| Like a sudden unhinged moan
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| That leaks out from your broken structure
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| Like a wall of unbound stone
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| They buried the eighth
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| They buried the ninth
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| They said the finale was a formal reply
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| They buried the eighth
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| They buried the ninth
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| They said the finale was a formal reply
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| They buried the eighth
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| They buried the ninth
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| Buried everything, I’m telling you guy
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| Contest prizes, grand pianos
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| Gagged by comfort, shamed by words
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| Empty anthems, cloaked in strange for
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| Stripes and bars, is it yours?
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| Stripes and bars
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| Stripes and bars
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| Stripes and bars, and are you sure?
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| Stripes and bars will lock you in
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| Lock you in or camouflage you
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| Feel the sun, but cannot walk to
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| Hear the yelp, but cannot talk to
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| Triply broken what you swore
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| Were stripes and bars
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| That’s what they’re for
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| You’ve been ducking, dodging but you can’t come home no more |