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How can you pretend |
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When there's so much at stake |
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That it's a different world |
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And your hands don't shake |
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At the end of the room |
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And the foot of the bar |
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We knew that soon |
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We'd be making our mark |
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Why do you defend |
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The part you have to take |
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With your fingers on the world |
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Hoping your hands don't shake |
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When you get the time |
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Why not think about |
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Connecting yours and mine |
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And turning in to out |
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Back to the bar |
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I was feeling it |
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The hole in the floor |
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Was where I would sit |
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Positions will be lost |
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And things will fall in place |
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The falling will not stop |
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Till we have found our face |
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Oh will you mention |
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Oh will you mention |
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My name to one |
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Oh will you mention |
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My name to me |
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Gods will be gods |
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But my lord forgot |
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I was made out of skin |
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Bones will be bones |
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But when I came home |
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There was no one in |
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So where were you staying |
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While I was out playing |
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Was nobody laying the foundation, |
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The fulfilling of our killing |
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How can you pretend |
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That there's so much at stake |
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And it's a different world |
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And everything shakes |
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I am the unknown |
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You're the after taste |
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I am total love |
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I am total hate |
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Let's face facts |
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We won't mind |
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of us |
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We will... |
