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We stand against the storm |
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Not sure it'll kill us all |
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We gave ourselves a wire |
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Pretty sure that'll tape it all |
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We keep our sake for chance |
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Maybe we could've won it all |
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We bathe ourselves in lead |
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If we live we can keep it all |
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If this is a race my dear |
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Then you won't get far in those pretty shoes |
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This is a mess I fear |
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And the chances are that the rain has come |
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Ooh, pretty sure it'll kill us all |
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You set your house on fire |
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Pretty sure it'll all burn down |
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You build your house of cards |
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Pretty sure it'll all fall down |
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If this is a race my dear |
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Then you won't get far in those pretty shoes |
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This is a mess I fear |
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And the chances are that the rain has come |
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Ooh, pretty sure it'll kill us all |
