| Bound in a nutshell
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| Lost in our weary eyes
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| We’re tumbledown people
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| Leading our tumbledown lives
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| Breath of life (breath of life)
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| Could make our engines roar
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| We’re far from power, north of desire
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| High and dry, hoping you’ll send us
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| From your mouth instead of lies
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| A kiss of life for sleeping giants
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| Broken, bound and battered
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| Freezing on picket lines
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| A colder frost can shatter
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| And chain us for all our lives
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| But a breath of life (breath of life)
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| Can make our engines roar
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| We’re far from power, north of desire
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| Tied and bound by all these lies
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| As step by step, open, tired eyes
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| Give a kiss of life for sleeping giants
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| They spin our world from cruel to kind
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| And make our futures a downward slide
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| The strong get strong, but still want more
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| But day by day the giants thaw
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| Tomorrow must be calling
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| With an open door
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| There’s no one left to start our
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| Revolution anymore
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| We need some flames (we need some flames)
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| To burn down every door
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| Oh, we’re far from power, north of desire
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| High and dry, hoping you’ll send us
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| From your mouth instead of lies
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| A kiss of life for sleeping giants
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| Far from power, north of desire
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| Tied and bound by all these lies
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| Step by step, open, tired eyes
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| With a kiss of life for sleeping giants
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| With a kiss of life for sleeping giants
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| With a kiss of life for sleeping giants
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| With a kiss of life for sleeping giants |