| Put money in my hand
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| And I will do the things you want me to
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| Vanity overriding wisdom
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| Usually common sense
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| Should I delete it
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| You said you’d read it
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| You promised you would never ruin it with sequels
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| I wait for you on and on
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| Beyond all ideas of right and wrong there is a field
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| I will be meeting you there
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| Beyond all ideas of right and wrong there is a field
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| I will be meeting you there
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| Beyond all ideas of right and wrong there is a-
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| The moon’s a skull, I think it’s grinning
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| The room is full of people now I think it’s spinning
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| Wanted you… didn’t ask for nothing
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| Wait for you on and on
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| And I don’t need your tie, I don’t need to, tired of saying it
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| We don’t need more talk, don’t empty out your canteen on the desert floor
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| Ahhh, it’s all my fault
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| Never wanna spell it out
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| I just want to say that it is all my fault
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| I could never spit it out
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| I don’t wanna fix your tie
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| Never want to say we’re sad
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| Thankful that we got some chance
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| I know you won’t get back your time
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| I wish that you could take it back
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| Beyond all ideas of right and wrong there is a field
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| I will be meeting you there
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| Beyond all ideas of right and wrong there is a field
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| I will be meeting you there
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| Beyond all ideas of right and wrong there is a field
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| I will be meeting you there
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| He wanted it more than me, I suppose
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| I was in a rush to wait in a line
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| Now I hear echoes of my old self
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| This is not the way to be
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| All at once
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| I lost my way
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| Is it not true, the things that we did?
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| Come here at once and look what they did
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| Come here shut down and tune in tonight
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| Learn the words that they teach you without you realizing it
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| Come here sit down and watch some tv
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| Mine all mine
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| Wait your turn
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| Cross my cross
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| Slice his hand
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| Not your son
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| Not your friend
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| Not your enemy
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| I rely on the little things to get me by
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| Conscience says «I'm ok»
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| You don’t hear what they say
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| «He's not my son, search his home»
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| Off to war
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| It’s time to go hide inside
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| Soft skin
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| Weak chin
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| Just walk me through it, tell me what to do I’ll do it
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| Hurry hurry, that’s my baby
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| Ohh, do what you can
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| All the time he waits for me
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| And now we talk from time to time
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| Hits you on the head when nobody’s there
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| Then he says «Come here could you fix my tie?»
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| It’s never gonna be
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| To be is not the way to be
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| Show me where to go don’t get angry so quickly
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| Fuck depression
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| Beyond all ideas of right and wrong there is a field
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| I will be meeting you there
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| Beyond all ideas of right and wrong there is a field
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| I will be meeting you there
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| Beyond all ideas of right and wrong there is a field
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| I will be meeting you there
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| Understanding is more important than love is
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| If not money will always trump justice
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| All is lost
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| I’ll find my way
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| So I say
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| To be is not to be
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| To be is not the way to be |