| These eyes are old
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| From centuries
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| You’re thoughts are bold
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| Your enemies
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| You were not told
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| It’s treachery
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| It can’t be sold
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| It’s not for me
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| I’m getting a feeling
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| That I set it alight
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| I’m getting the feeling
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| That nothing’s right
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| I’m hitting the ceiling
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| And It’s never too bright
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| I’m admitting the healing
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| Cause your back and bite
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| Starry eyed, you were thinking of life of innocent knives
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| Come and get it, come and get it
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| You’re full of gutless tries
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| Starry eyed, you were thinking of a different lie
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| Come and get it, come and get it
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| We must be golden to thrive
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| You can’t help those
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| Who won’t be freed
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| And pains all go
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| It’ll help you see
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| Theres no control
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| Just fervories
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| No dollar bills are ecstasy
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| I’m getting a feeling,
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| That i set it alight.
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| I’m getting the feeling
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| That nothings right
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| I’m hitting the ceiling
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| And its never too bright
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| I’m admitting the healing
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| Cause your back and bite
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| Starry eyed, you were thinking of life of innocent knives
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| Come and get it, come and get it
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| You’re full of gutless ties
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| Starry eyes, you were thinking of a different lie
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| Come and get it, come and get it
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| We must be golden to thrive
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| I don’t see any angels
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| Ah, who, who
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| I don’t see any angels
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| Ah, hee, hee
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| Oo, who, oo
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| Starry eyed, you were thinking of life of innocent knives
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| Come and get it, come and get it
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| You’re full of gutless ties
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| Starry eyes, you were thinking of a different lie
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| Come and get it, come and get it
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| We must be golden to thrive
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| Starry eyed,
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| Oo
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| We must be golden to thrive.
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| Starry eyed,
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| We must be golden to thrive.
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| Oo |