| Between the mortar inside the brain,
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| between the bricks and in the rain
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| if cancer had a mouth he’d joke with you and laugh
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| Behind the stable beyond the ground
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| there’s people kneeling and singing loud
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| they’re sacrificing their child’s one and only thought
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| In the evening under the shade
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| It never leaves ya or goes away
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| it’s like a beckoning hand you can’t clutch
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| This fevers catching all over town
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| They won’t admit if so burn em down
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| destroy our children and ideas will never grow
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| Fella it’s leaving you stoned
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| and all the curses are left on the window still
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| and baby I know I ever phone
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| but it don’t matter 'cause you’re on the other line
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| Beneath the matter inside the barn
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| We set the fire and lettem' starve
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| screaming as they melt down into the earth
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| The ice is falling we won’t survive
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| It’s freezing over but we revive
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| this psychos crazy and catching his own cold
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| Well fella
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| it’s leaving you stoned
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| and all the curses are left on the window still
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| and baby I know I ever phone
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| but it don’t matter 'cause you’re on the other line
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| You never know
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| Well fella
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| it’s leaving you stoned
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| and all the curses are left on the window still
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| and baby I know I ever phone
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| but it don’t matter 'cause you’re on the other line
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| Well fella
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| it’s leaving you stoned
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| and all the curses are left on the window still
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| and baby I know I ever phone
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| but it don’t matter 'cause you’re on the other line |