| All the things you like
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| Guided by their charms
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| Behind them safety store
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| Wrap your greedy arms around them all
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| Sail
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| Don’t try to steer, just sail
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| You can be hell of a force
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| With the button to a broken man
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| Because you know I’m impatient
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| I’ve been hounded down before
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| The diving bell keeps surfacing
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| It doesn’t ring anymore
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| Did the little boy only get his orders from himself?
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| Did the whole world revolve his middle class act?
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| The girl next door hears voices in her head every night
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| The mother’s tears that he’s bringing home trash from the pile
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| You know I’m impatient
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| I’ve been hounded down before
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| The diving bell keeps surfacing
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| It doesn’t ring anymore
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| And you know I’m impatient
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| I’ve been hounded down before
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| The diving bell keeps surfacing
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| It doesn’t ring anymore
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| Wife still believes life settles like a stream of dust
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| Through the beams you lose you underneath
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| Did the little boy on his pedestal
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| And the girl next once the voice is gone
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| And did the whole world and the mother’s tears
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| Sink the sunshine on the back field?
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| The grasping hand is never full
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| And the perfect life is just damaged goods
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| And you should have talked and you should talk too
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| Because in twenty years you’ll be a fucking mute |