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Stay down, don't get up. Someone out there might open fire. |
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Some little liar, who's shouting that it's all clear. |
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So just crawl around, safe and sound. There will never be enough protection. |
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You've gotta hold tight, keep it all. These walls are much too small for all this. |
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You've gotta keep a tight fist. You've gotta take it from here. |
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Until something behind you finally reminds you there will never be enough money |
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Rolling over reason, turning wrong into right |
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The more you have, the more you need and there's no end in sight. |
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The world used to be blinding, bathed in shimmering light |
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But the more you have, the more you need and you're blinded by and by, all you buy and buy |
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And you're never gonna see the world, never gonna see the world the same again. |
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You've gotta take some God, pray to drugs |
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Sex and cigarettes, new cars and cocaine |
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All these dials for turning down your pain. |
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But you still feel something chewing at your brain. |
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Rolling over reason, turning wrong into right |
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The more you have, the more you need and there's no end in sight. |
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The world used to be blinding, bathed in shimmering light |
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But the more you have, the more you need |
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And you're blinded by and by, all you buy and buy |
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And you're never gonna see the world, never gonna see the world the same again. |
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It's the same again. It's never enough. |