| I know I’m the fly upon the pin
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| I squirm like the guilt upon a string
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| I wake like the healing of the numb
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| I work like a glamour queen that’s come
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| I know it’s a dream that hurts anew
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| Get up, you’re not the dirt under the shoe
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| Don’t choke or break upon your knees
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| And I’ll wait for the parting of the seas
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| I know your television lie
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| (Never talk a bitter lie)
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| I see the empty analyse
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| (Never tak of bitter whys)
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| I felt the sting inside your tail
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| (Never talk a bitter lie)
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| I know you fight and you will fail
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| I know it’s a dream that hurts anew
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| Get up, you’re not the dirt under the shoe
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| Don’t choke or break upon your knees
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| And I’ll wait for the parting of the seas
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| Squirm, squirm, squirming on the pin
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| Guilty, guilty, hang him by the string
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| Squirm, squirm, squirming on the pin
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| Guilty, guilty, hang him by the string |