| When I cite the cliché of a free life
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| I don’t contend that it comes with no price
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| Draw my blood like fleas and head lice
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| Draw it in blood, make it burn white in blacklight
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| I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong
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| Always wrong, always wrong, always wrong
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| I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong
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| No one ever says to you
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| «You can complain about these things»
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| And even if we found our way
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| Our way was found; |
| it was not made
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| And I would give up now
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| Just lay it down and kick the crown
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| Breakin' all my toes
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| And give it away but no one would know
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| I would give up now
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| Just lay it down and kick the crown
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| Breakin' all my toes
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| And give it away, no one knows
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| And there lies my bed incriminated
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| Now I lie in the wreck I created
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| In torrents we spin, my tornado-like friend
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| Build homes that we obliterated
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| I would give up now
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| Just lay it down and kick the crown
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| Breakin' all my toes
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| And give it away but no one knows
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| I would give up now
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| Just lay it down and kick the crown
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| Breakin' all my toes
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| And give it away, no one knows |