| I’m putting your patience to the test
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| I’m putting your body on the line, for less
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| Didn’t you know there was a choice?
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| It’s never yours but someone else’s voice
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| Sellin' your body to the street
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| Sending your girlfriends to the night, for cheap
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| Wearing a jacket made of meat
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| Sealing a letter made with horse’s feet
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| And now you’ve heard that
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| Waves turn to grey
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| Life in the shade
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| A violent crime
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| And that’s the USA
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| Platinum’s on the rise
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| Sleeping in the sky
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| I’m just tryin' to find
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| A mountain I can climb
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| I’m putting your patience to the test
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| I’m putting your body on the line, for less
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| Didn’t you know there was a choice?
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| It’s never yours but someone else’s voice
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| And now you’ve seen that
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| Blondes turn to grey
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| Life in the shade
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| A violent crime
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| And that’s the USA
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| Porn’s on the rise
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| Psychos in disguise
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| I’m just tryin' to find
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| A mountain I can climb
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| Darling, ain’t nobody gonna tell us
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| They’re gonna be oh so jealous
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| We’re gonna be oh so silent
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| They’re gonna be stoned in silence
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| (I didn’t want to ask you, baby)
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| (I didn’t want to have to)
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| (Ask anybody, baby)
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| (Is anyone asking maybe?)
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| (Can anyone even hear me?)
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| Why are you waiting beyond the door?
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| Life turns to dust
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| And rain turns to rust
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| Gossip is a truth
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| And money pays for the lies we trust
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| Your love is a surprise
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| Homeless saints are in disguise
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| I’m just tryin' to find
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| A nice place for you and I |