| Hey girls, hey boys no don’t mind the noise
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| It’s just the sound of being dragged ahead
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| It’s just a pornographic annulationship
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| As we watch the spider’s web eat itself
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| All this death above extinguishing
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| All that you’ve ever known
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| Turn your touch screens off and start harvesting
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| The seeds that your parents sew
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| It’s got me singing blues that hit you like a cannonball
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| Loud enough to break your bones
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| But it was written in blood before they wrote it in stone
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| So, sing it with me like it’s your own
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| You’re gettin’bothered staying low like under four hundred blows
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| Makes you feel like you are all by yourself
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| So when the chance comes along like where you could help right a wrong
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| The bullshit’s got you stuck up on the shelf
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| «But it’s heavy»
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| «I'm not ready»
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| Do you feel like you’re swimming in the notes?
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| But baby, follow the sound
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| That’s shooting out of your crown
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| There’s only one way up from the floor
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| It’s got me fucked up and dried up and fed up can’t get up And bleeding and crying like I’m mad at the soul
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| «I'm a carbon copy
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| Now they got me»
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| Up oh look at where we’re going
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| It’s got you strung out and bothered and caught up And drowning and feeling and shot up And feeling you gotta run
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| You’re a carbon copy
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| Now they got me Up oh look at where we’re going
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| Now gonna kick toe
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| Gonna run right forward
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| Lord not the first time we’ve imposed a locked door
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| Oh critter fight back it’s your sole reward
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| Below with your fist up Brush the dust off
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| Boy, it’s got got it’s got me singing
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| Blues that hit you like a cannonball
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| Loud enough to break your bones
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| But it was written in blood before they wrote it in stone
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| So sing it with me like it’s your own
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| Those blues they hit you like a cannonball
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| Loud enough to break your bones
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| But wish the rising in love before we’re taking the throne
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| So sing it with me like it’s your own
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| You better dust off and get up, get ready to push up Hey baby get ready 'cause yea yea it’s gonna come
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| If we want to see what’s possible for a, a better way right now
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| You better dust off and get up, get ready to push up Hey baby get ready 'cause yea yea it’s gonna come
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| When the truth is spoken
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| Love’s unbroken
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| Nothing’s gonna weigh us down |