| SOMEWHERE FROM THE MORTAR
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| THEY SAVED YOU FROM FAR AWAY LABELS
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| ETERNITY MEANS NOTHING
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| BUT A SIGN ON A BRIDGE
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| WHEN EVERYONE’S A STRANGER
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| THEY CALL FOR YOU BY YOUR FIRST NAME
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| AND LAUGH AT JOKES YOU ONCE MADE
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| WHEN YOU WERE A KID
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| SOMEWHERE DOWN THE BARREL
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| LIES A BULLET THAT I CAN’T KEEP
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| AND IN THESE WATERS I’M WADING FOR A REASON
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| AFTER ALL, IT’S IN MY HEAD
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| I’M NOT A SLAVE TO A DESPERATE LUST
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| AND IN THESE WATERS I’M WAITING FOR A REASON AFTER ALL…
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| SCREAMING LIMITATIONS
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| FALL SILENT ON NEW YORK CORNERS
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| A TERRORIST’S A PRISONER, AND A TOURIST A THIEF
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| WHEN PAINTINGS SEEM LIKE BARGAINS
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| BUT THEY’RE NOTHING BUT WALLPAPER
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| I’M PLAGUED BY SMALL TOWN FASCISTS
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| LIKE A RASH ON MY SKIN
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| SOMEWHERE DOWN THE BARREL
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| LIES A BULLET THAT I CAN’T KEEP AND
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| I’VE BEEN SEARCHING FOR SOMETHING MORE THAN DISTANCE
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| AFTER ALL, IT’S IN MY HEAD
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| I’M NOT A SLAVE TO AN UNBORN TRUST
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| AND IN THESE WATERS I’M WAITING FOR A REASON AFTER ALL… AFTER ALL…
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| AFTER ALL…
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| NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH… |