| Hold on, are you talking it up?
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| What’s with all the fussing with the t-shirt, t-shirt?
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| Oh no, you just don’t want it enough
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| Oh no, you be covering up
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| Standing all tall like you knowwhat you don’t know
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| So afraid of the hush—hush
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| How long’s your life?
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| You feel it passing by
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| How long’s your life?
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| Are you stepping out of time?
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| Black dog, black dog ripping up the carpet
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| Goddamn, if you were a man, do you think you’d have a
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| home yet?
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| And even when their eyes pull your mouth shut
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| You’re huffin' and a-puffin'
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| Are you half-cut?
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| Laying like a old rug
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| Hold up, are you getting it right?
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| What you gonna do until you see her, see her?
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| Done up like you’re having a night
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| Oh no, did you get used to the light? |
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| How’s it going to look when you go where you don’t go I
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| Getting lost in the night, night
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| How long’s your life?
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| You feel it passing by
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| How long’s your life?
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| Are you stepping out of time?
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| All the day the sun is rising somewhere in the sky
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| Sing me a true song
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| That grows from inside you
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| You can carry it, but for how long?
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| Before you lose the naked sound
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| There’s a greyhound pulling away
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| And you’re silhouetting on the curb
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| Everything’s missing from what you would say, but the words
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| (There they go) |