| You’ve got a close eye on the world outside
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| From the inside of your cage
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| You’re staring through the cracks in the drapes for a key
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| With a midget on your back goin blind and mean
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| How much could you ask for
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| How much would you ask for
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| Something of use will come
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| Of these worn out shoes
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| Something of use will come
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| Of these painful dues
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| The bastard’s wearing the dresses now
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| He bitches no one calls him by his name
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| My baby she’s got the blues
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| Another rapist grows into his running shoes
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| How much could you ask for
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| How much would you ask for
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| Dear god can’t you just leave me alone
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| Said the martyr to the thief
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| There’s not enough room in this reflection for two
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| And now one of us is gonna have to leave in peace
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| Someday something of use will come
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| Of these dried up tears
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| Something of use will come
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| Of the blood and the blues if we waste another year
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| It’s always someday
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| You lift yourself from the gutter to the grave
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| They’ll fax you your last rights
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| Well maybe I said everything is all right
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| Well they’re just not unbearable
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| Yet how much would you
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| Ask for how much could you ask for
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| Someday something of use will come
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| Of these lives that we choose
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| Someday something of use will come
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| Of the blood and the blues of this wasted youth
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| Something of use will come. |