| Open your borders
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| And give me my orders
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| I can slip into violence
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| Or fall into silence
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| And pretend you're a nation
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| An endless vacation
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| I'm your motel militia
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| Gelato vanilla
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| And I thought I could earn your trust
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| But can't, can't stop a wanderlust
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| But I'm glad I'm your guy
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| Help me build a great big concrete wall around my failings
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| Doubt keeps creeping in, I think it's slipping through the railings
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| Sometimes I get so low that my friends say I've gone caving
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| But when it's just the two of us, I feel fucking amazing
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| I get so nervous
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| When I'm on your surface
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| I go deep in your language
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| The meat in your sandwich
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| But I feel like burrata
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| And less like Sinatra
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| Alexa, a sonata
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| Prepare me to martyr
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| Oh, I thought I would die for you
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| But now I've got to join the queue
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| Help me build a great big concrete wall around my failings
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| Doubt keeps creeping in, I think it's slipping through the railings
|
| Sometimes I get so low that my friends say I've gone caving
|
| But when it's just the two of us, I feel fucking amazing
|
| Help me build a great big concrete wall around my failings
|
| Doubt keeps creeping in, I think it's slipping through the railings
|
| Sometimes I get so low that my friends say I've gone caving
|
| But when it's just the two of us, I feel fucking amazing
|
| Help me build a great big concrete wall around my failings
|
| Doubt keeps creeping in, I think it's slipping through the railings
|
| Sometimes I get so low that my friends say I've gone caving
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| But when it's just the two of us, I feel fucking amazing |