| A prisoner of my paradox
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| Heaven or Hell
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| Pacing up and down my cage
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| Too soon to tell
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| what a suffocating state to be Working class hereos mean nothing to me
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| I’m a working class zero, i'm chained to the tree of life
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| A dangerous thing to be And now the baby needs to grow
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| But the mother is crazy
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| What lies behind your mask
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| Behind your wave and the smile
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| Your appearance is deceptive, oh sweet crocodile
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| What a fascinating thing, to see
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| Revealing all you secrets, you better beware
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| Revealing all your secrets
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| oh you wouldn’t dare reveal yourself to me Would you
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| It must have been like this before
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| But my memory’s hazy
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| My memorys hazy
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| So i’ll stand in line
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| 3 million desparadoes
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| There’s hope for me Oh but for some the story’s different
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| They’ll stand in line, they'll bide their time
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| Waiting for a sign
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| Counting out the time
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| No more
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| Clever, clever creatures
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| Death in your kiss
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| Playing with the future in innocent bliss
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| What a suffocating state to be But what a fascinating thing to see
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| And he said I know what it’s like to be dead
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| I know what it’s like to be sad
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| Well she’s making you feel like youv’e never been born
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| Never been born |