| i can’t leave, head on back to the old routine
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| can’t we agree to leave our hands where his eyes can see
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| hard it’s so hard to make a case
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| for breaking rank, and saving face
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| may i, may i
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| desert this cursed company
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| who do they all think they are to be questioning
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| cut from the same deck of matchless faces in memory
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| the stars, the stars are leaving trails
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| a giant so jealous it bites its tail
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| claim and claim, it’s my first mistake
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| but not the first time you made it
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| let me take off this uniform
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| it’s cold and it’s wet from the storm and i need to stand down
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| remember me, my heart was wrapped in cellophane
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| and all the names of these charities
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| i can’t leave
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| head on back to the old routine
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| if you’re like me you don’t wait for the bell but the space between
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| it hurts it hurts, what i’m waiting for
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| does it take half an hour just to get to the door
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| is it me or is light coming through the eclipse
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| so peaceful like a migraine halo
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| let me take off this uniform
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| it’s cold and it’s wet from the storm and i need to stand down
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| remember me, the face that you can’t separate
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| from all the whores who came before
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| let me take off this uniform
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| it’s cold and it’s wet from the storm and i need to stand down
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| remember me, my heart was wrapped in cellophane
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| and all the names of these charities |