| Hanging, hanging, hanging
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| Hanging from your daisy chains, swinging in the trees
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| Running from your enemies and falling on your knees
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| And falling on your knees, on your knees, on your knees
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| Get down on your knees
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| Throw the dice, you three blind mice
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| Did you ever see such a thing in your life?
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| You swallow the trail but still arrive inside your entrails
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| Hanging, hanging, hanging
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| Hanging out at party games, dancing in the shadows
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| Up and down on the see-saw, balancing the scales
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| Balancing the scales, you’re drunk, you’re drunk
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| Yet you’re balancing the scales
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| Someone to blame, someone to shame
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| Someone who you can claim
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| Go back the to pass the parcel and follow the leader |