| Fuck the four walls that you’re stuck with, fuck it
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| Yeah, we got different opinions, well fuck it
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| The last chance for a dance
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| To bring it down and lay it low
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| The talk the talk, talk of the last days coming
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| I don’t believe a fuckin' word of it, nothing
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| For your kin, for your king
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| Right now you should know
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| That they’re taking all the colours away
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| Can’t put it back together again
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| They’re taking all the colours away
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| We will never forgive
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| And we will never forget
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| Chop the tree down and replace it with nothing
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| They kill ideas at the push of a button
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| Pull your strings, do your thing
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| You’re just a puppet, right?
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| Fire…
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| And they’re taking all the colours away
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| Can’t put it back together again
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| They’re taking all the colours away
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| We will never forgive
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| And we will never forget
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| Let go!
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| Fire…
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| And they’re taking all the colours away
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| Can’t put it back together again
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| They’re taking all the colours away
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| We’ll stay this way forever yeah
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| They’re taking all the colours away
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| We will never forgive
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| And we will never forget
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| Fuck the four walls that you’re stuck with, fuck it
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| Yeah, we got different opinions, well fuck it
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| The last chance for a dance
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| To bring it down and lay it low |