| I hear my father’s voice
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| Whenever I break something nice
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| That’s why I’ve no use for anything
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| So fragile
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| You are a hummingbird
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| Too easily provoked
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| My love’s a cage
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| Spitting in the cut of your flight
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| Don’t say you will when you never
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| Don’t tell me «now» when you mean «later»
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| Don’t say you love me when we both know better
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| Is it in my nature, is it in my nature
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| I feel so lonely
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| Like a hornet trapped inside a jar
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| Like a cook without a knife
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| All pride, no spine
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| Stroll down from your house
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| Up on painted hill
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| Your little pet is tired of your expensive thrills
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| Careless with freedom, can you carry your loss
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| Head somewhere warm
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| For you’ve fucked it all North
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| Who was I to think me such a prize
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| Amongst your beautiful objects
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| I’m always on the run and I hate copy paste for god’s sake
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| I feel so lonely
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| Like a hornet trapped inside a jar
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| Like a cook without a knife
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| All pride no spine
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| I feel so lonely
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| Like a hornet trapped inside a jar
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| Like a cook without a knife
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| All pride no spine
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| I hear my father’s voice whenever I break something nice
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| I hear my father’s voice whenever I break something nice
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| I hear my father’s voice whenever I break |