| Some people got more kicks than halfpence
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| Crying for attention, like cracks in the pavement
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| All of this pointed, like perfect TV
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| When you’re sowing the wind, you reap the whirlwind
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| Your flexible nature, serving no purpose
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| Like a terrible artist, your using no shadow
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| The king of this castle, is pulling new shades
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| Gilding the lilies, and all of them fakes
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| Who gets the mansions? |
| We get the ruins
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| Same old story
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| Who gets the mansions? |
| We get the ruins
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| Same old story, same old story
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| Typical tragic, small house and small street
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| Narrow the outlook, small minded complete
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| The emperor’s new clothes, get clearer and clearer
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| Dictate to the fingers, that tighten the trigger
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| Who gets the mansions? |
| We get the ruins
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| Same old story
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| Who gets the mansions? |
| We get the ruins
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| Same old story, same old story, same old story
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| And the king of this castle is pulling new shapes
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| Life is a poison, it begins at home
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| Pride is a trinket, security blanket
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| Tangle the spiders on the webs that we weave
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| Who gets the mansions?
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| Same old story
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| We get the ruins
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| Who gets the mansions? |
| We get the ruins
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| Same old story
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| Who gets the mansions? |
| We get the ruins
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| Same old story |