| Well we dance without our shoes
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| But there’s glass around our feet
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| And we’d walk around the town
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| But we’re allergic to concrete
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| We’d be stuffed to the gills
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| But there’s nothing here to eat
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| No, there’s nothing here to eat
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| No, there’s nothing here to eat
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| Oh, well we’d love to rest our eyes
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| But we hear the floor boards creek
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| So, we lie with one eye open and
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| Clutch knives between the sheets
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| If there’s no rest for the wicked
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| Well, then we’ll never get no sleep
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| We’ll never get no sleep
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| No, we’ll never get no sleep
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| Oh, no…
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| Cause we’re banging our head’s against brick walls
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| And the walls are hard and our head’s are soft
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| It’s a painful way to get attention
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| It’s a painful way to get attention
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| We’re banging our head’s against brick walls
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| And the walls are hard and our head’s are soft
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| It’s a painful way to get attention
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| It’s a painful way to get attention
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| We’re banging our head’s against brick walls
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| And the walls are hard and our head’s are soft
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| It’s a painful way to get attention
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| It’s a painful way to get attention
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| We’re banging our head’s against brick walls
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| And the walls are hard and our head’s are soft
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| It’s a painful way to get attention
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| It’s a painful way to get attention
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| We’re banging our head’s against brick walls
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| And the walls are hard and our head’s are soft
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| It’s a painful way to get attention
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| It’s a painful way to get attention
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| We’re banging our head’s against brick walls
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| And the walls are hard and our head’s are soft
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| It’s a painful way to get attention
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| It’s a painful way to get attention, no |