| First light in the morning
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| Everything is fine
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| Staring at the ceiling
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| Casually blind
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| She’s raising cats, raising rats
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| Hiding from the light
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| Cats and rats, skulls and bats
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| I love your epitaph
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| My love
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| Before you try to con the angels
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| You have to forget a thing or two
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| Before you start to ring the bells
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| You have to know that nothing’s new
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| Oh Lord, I tell you so
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| These noisy days run slow
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| First light in the morning
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| Your shame lies in a shroud
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| They’re tearing down your painting
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| Using aerograph
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| You’re building houses, wasting thousands
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| Hiding from your wife
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| Cats and rats, skulls and bats
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| Let’s eat your autograph
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| My love
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| Before you try to con the angels
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| You have to forget a thing or two
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| Before you start to ring the bells
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| You have to know that nothing’s new
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| Before you try to con the angels
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| You have to forget a thing or two
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| Before you start to ring the bells
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| You have to know that nothing’s new
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| Before you’re getting crucified
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| Ask for some kind of retribution
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| Before you’re getting crucified
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| Ask for some kind of retribution
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| Before you’re getting crucified
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| Ask for some kind of retribution
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| Before you’re getting crucified
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| Ask for some kind of retribution |