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That's it, it's split, it won't recover |
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Just frame the halves and call them brothers |
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Find your fathers and your mothers |
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If you remember who they are |
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Over and over they call us their friends |
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Can't we find something else to pretend? |
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Like nobody won that were safe at the end |
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In the darkness the film machine spinning |
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So let's leave it on |
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We'll be out in the street before anyone knows that we're gone |
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That's it, it's split, it can't recover |
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Just frame the halves and call them a whole |
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And chip at the bricks |
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And fill up your pockets with the pieces of the wall that you stole |
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The hunt is on |
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Everyone's chasing, everyone's chasing a shot |
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A shot rings out, nobody wants it |
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Nobody wants it to stop |
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That's it, it's split, it won't recover |
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Just frame the halves and call them brothers |
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Find your fathers and your mothers |
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If you remember who they are |
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If you remember (if you remember) |
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If you remember (if you remember) |
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If you remember who they are |
