| Brick by brick you built a mansion
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| Piece by piece it seems
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| You’re tearing it down
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| Once you walked so tall and handsome
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| Now nobody even wants you around
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| Now you’re just some kind of
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| Leftover clown
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| Now you’re like Quasi Modo crying
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| As you look in the mirror
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| At what you’ve become
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| Killing the thing that you love
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| Like Lennon’s assassin
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| Lennon’s assassin
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| Reaching for Venus De Milo
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| But she’s never gonna hold you tight
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| You plant plutonium silos
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| Then you blister from the sun that’s too bright
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| Like a vampire stepping into the light
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| Just a victim of your own greed as you
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| Look in the mirror
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| At what you’ve become
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| Killing the world that you love
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| Like Lennon’s assassin
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| Lennon’s assassin
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| The genius of a generation
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| Blown away just like a leaf on the wind
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| And now you’re looking for salvation
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| But you can’t forget the places you’ve been
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| And you can’t erase a lifetime of sin
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| And you can’t escape the answers as you
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| Look in the mirror
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| At what you’ve become
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| Dredging the river for what you have done
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| Killing the thing that you love
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| Like Lennon’s assassin
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| Lennon’s assassin |