| Standing at the junction of two great highways
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| The post-industrial breeze
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| I must admit that things have gone a little awry
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| Aw, you can do what you please
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| You can please try, trying or start it into start
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| Or get up off your knees
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| No one fucking cares about your broken heart
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| Or your slow release
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| Just like the honeymoon, they wait for you to score
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| Just like the animals they keep outside the door
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| Just like a welcome mat you lay down on the floor
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| Just like a law for the rich and a prison for the poor
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| I got a premonition, gonna need some ammunition
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| I’m gonna need to see
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| I got a little plan that I start acting like a man
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| And you can act like me
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| I got an igloo in th desert and a camel in th arctic
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| And the triplets make three
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| Forever lasts for nothing, man you better get something
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| Nothing gonna be free
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| Just like the honeymoon, they wait for you to score
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| Just like the animals they keep outside the door
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| Just like a welcome mat you lay down on the floor
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| Just like a law for the rich and prison for the poor |