| Sirens are a-screaming, shots ring out at night
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| Movie cameras rolling in And there goes my hero with his head between his legs
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| And all this time I believed in him
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| Now, what is the sound of snow falling down
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| On the tombstone in the dead of the night?
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| And who is the hound at the downtown dog pound
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| Who speaks English when the watchman’s not in sight?
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| And where will you be in 1993?
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| Still sitting in the same chair
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| Sinning is for sinners and I’m just a beginner
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| But I’ve never really been touched there
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| Hey ain’t it strange how some things never change
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| Ain’t it strange how nothing stays the same?
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| You were thinkin' I was distressed about some universe oppressed
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| But I was just depressed about my last pinball game
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| I’ve learned to accept and not to expect
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| The respect and neglect that I get
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| I’ve tried not to forget about what hasn’t happened yet
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| And on this I place my last bet
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| Hey did you give what you get
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| Did you get what you give?
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| of your ??
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| Winning is for winners
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| And I know spring follows winter
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| But I’ve never really been touched there
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| You know it’s hard to be nice when hate becomes your vice
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| And you can’t find peace anywhere
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| Love’s just not for lovers
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| Get off your high horse brother
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| Drop your fist and get out of here |