| Listen to the sounds, they’re ringing out around you
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| These are the cries of the dying breed
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| Politics of hate you’d never get around to
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| Blood over brains that we never need
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| I saw you in the back, studied and relaxed
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| Fixed in the pose like a silent stone
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| Serenity intact, it’s the feeling that I lack
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| Life in the floors of a stable home
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| I can trace you on paper like a sketch of a smell
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| You’re a breath to the runner in contest
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| In close to the nerve, but you rest so far away
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| And I have to give it up someday
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| Every time I close my eyes, I see you in front of me
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| Pretending in a love like this
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| I have no choice but to put you in back of me
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| Don’t cover my footsteps
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| Dead weight all right, I know you’re no good for me
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| Dead weight all right, I know you’re no righteous leader
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| You’re dead weight all right, that’s fine
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| But get your hands off me
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| You have to touch me with kid gloves
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| You have to touch me with kid gloves
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| Buy me to the wind, you talk me out of standstill
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| I never felt so alive at once
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| Finger to the quick, yes I can feel your hand still
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| Pressed to the drain of the common months
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| Cheer me up, cheer me up, I’m a miserable fuck
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| Cheer me up, cheer me up, I’m a tireless bore
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| Cheer me up, cheer me up, I’m invisibly stuck all in myself
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| Yes I’m a vanity whore
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| Because it’s race and it’s power at the center of life
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| We are blind to the people who need us
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| But you’re the kind of person who could understand that fault
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| And I hope to measure you someday
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| Every time I close my eyes, I see you in front of me
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| Pretending in a love like this
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| I have no choice but to put you in back of me
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| Don’t cover my footsteps
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| Dead weight all right, I know you’re no good for me
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| Dead weight all right, I know you’re no righteous leader
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| Dead weight all right, that’s fine
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| But get your hands off me
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| You have to touch me with kid gloves
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| You have to touch me with kid gloves
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| Cheer me up, cheer me up, I’m a miserable fuck
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| Cheer me up, cheer me up, I’m a tireless bore
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| Cheer me up, cheer me up, I’m invisibly stuck all in myself
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| Yes I’m a vanity whore
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| Cheer me up, cheer me up, I’m a miserable fuck
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| Cheer me up, cheer me up, I’m a tireless bore
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| When you compromise yourself like that
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| It’s a dedication
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| So even on friendship
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| Dead weight all right, I know you’re no good for me
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| Dead weight all right, I know you’re no righteous leader
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| Dead weight all right, that’s fine, but get your hands off me
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| You have to touch me with kid gloves
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| You have to touch me with kid gloves |