| Pressed up against this shop front
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| Drawing faces there in crayon
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| It’s a long way from the pockets full of rain
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| And you have walked the streets for hours
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| With your loose change and your flowers
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| And now I’ll learn your body like a nursery rhyme in braille
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| It’s a simple explanation
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| For the paths that you have taken
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| You have stumbled from the cradle to a prayer
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| But in this darkened room
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| We have got heart enough to burn
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| We can dance away the hours we can leave our questions there
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| And we’ll tear it all down
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| We’ll tear it all down
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| So welcome to our winning streak
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| No broken bones or old deceits
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| Its you and me versus this little town
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| We’re the rag dolls in the gutter
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| we’re the curses that they’ll mutter
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| And you will still be trying on my heart just like a crown
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| And we’ll tear it all down
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| We’ll tear it all down
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| I know your tactics all the practice this bravery took
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| And the flags are flying you’re trying out a different look
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| Now there’s a candle in the window
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| I’ve got a lousy history of tomorrows
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| So I’ll spill the beans in every little sound
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| You are the creaking of the door
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| You are the chorus of applause
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| You are wishbones and the axis that these songs will spin around
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| And we’ll tear it all down
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| We’ll tear it all down
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| I know your tactics all the practice this bravery took
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| And the flags are flying you’re trying out a different look
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| And we’ll tear it all down
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| We’ll tear it all down
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| We’ll tear it all down
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| We’ll tear it all down |