| I’ve walked for miles in your eastern town
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| I can’t stand it there, so don’t shout me down
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| I thought i might find you, might try to explain
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| That we’ve been the victims and we cannot be to blame
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| We won’t get any money from the government
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| They won’t give us all we’re due so now our cover is spent
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| They won’t back down until we sell the farm
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| And come back with some needle-marks on our arms
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| Well, I know that you can dance
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| But what have you got to say?
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| I know that the world we’ve built together is broken
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| Maybe I’ve taken you for granted, left to much unspoken
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| But there’s a red headed Elvis, he’s been awake for days
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| He makes me feel so jealous, he believes every note he plays
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| And he wants for nothing but fortune and fame
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| He’s the King Tut of this pyramid game
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| In his eyes I see apologies that make me think of you
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| What if we’re more dangerous than all the boys you’ve known?
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| What if I’m the baddest seed that you have ever sown?
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| Tell your mother and your bother that tonight we are in love
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| I know that you can dance
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| But what have you got to say?
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| Where are your songs? |