| That’s it, it’s split, it won’t recover
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| Just frame the halves and call them brothers
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| Find your fathers and your mothers
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| If you remember who they are
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| Over and over they call us their friends
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| Can’t we find something else to pretend?
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| Like nobody won that were safe at the end
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| In the darkness the film machine spinning
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| So let’s leave it on
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| We’ll be out in the street before anyone knows that we’re gone
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| That’s it, it’s split, it can’t recover
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| Just frame the halves and call them a whole
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| And chip at the bricks
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| And fill up your pockets with the pieces of the wall that you stole
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| The hunt is on
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| Everyone’s chasing, everyone’s chasing a shot
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| A shot rings out, nobody wants it
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| Nobody wants it to stop
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| That’s it, it’s split, it won’t recover
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| Just frame the halves and call them brothers
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| Find your fathers and your mothers
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| If you remember who they are
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| If you remember (if you remember)
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| If you remember (if you remember)
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| If you remember who they are |