| It’s only when your poison spins into the life you’d hoped to live
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| That suddenly you wake up in a shaking panic
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| Now
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| You set me up like a lamb to slaughter
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| Garbo as a farmer’s daughter
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| Unbelievable, the gospel according to who?
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| I lay right down
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| All your sad and lost apostles hum my name and flare their nostrils
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| Choking on the bones you toss to them
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| Well i’m not one to sit and spin
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| Cause living well’s the best revenge
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| Baby, I am calling you on that
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| Don’t turn your talking points on me, history will set me free
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| The future’s ours and you don’t even rate a footnote now!
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| So who’s chasing you? |
| Where did you go?
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| You disappeared mid-sentence
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| In a judgement crisis i see my anecdote for it
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| You weakened shell
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| All your sad and lost apostles hum my name and flare their nostrils
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| Choking on the bones you toss to them
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| Well i’m not one to sit and spin
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| Cause living well’s the best revenge
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| Baby, I am calling you on that
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| You savour your dying breath
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| Well, i forgive but i don’t forget
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| You work it out, let’s hear that argument again
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| Camera three… Go now!
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| All your sad and lost apostles hum my name and flare their nostrils
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| Choking on the bones you toss to them
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| Well i’m not one to sit and spin
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| Cause living well’s the best revenge
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| Baby, I am calling you on that
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| Baby, I am calling you on that
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| Baby, I am calling you out |