| You’ve got your silver spoon hangin' around your neck
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| And who your father is don’t matter much down here
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| Sometimes it’s easier to fight than run away
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| When will you learn, I never burn? |
| This child cannot be saved
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| And while you limousine, and fancy airplane ride
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| I’m in a factory where they tear apart my insides
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| And what is left of me cannot be called a man
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| When will you learn, I never burn? |
| So here I stand again
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| If this is how the story ends, with the headlines cursing
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| Could you persecute me still?
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| When they’re calling off the dogs, and you’re sleeping on the lawn
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| Will your heart desert me?
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| She’s got a golden crucifix
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| And a pair of bloodshot eyes
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| Got a heart that doesn’t mind
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| Yeah, a heart you couldn’t find
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| I see the world in black and white
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| So it’s easier at night
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| I’ve got a heart that doesn’t mind
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| Yeah, a heart you’ll never find
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| Heart you’ll never find
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| Yeah, a heart you’ll never find
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| Still I try
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| Still I try
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| To find a little meaning in my life |