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Don't put your hand in the pockets that feed you |
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You might not get it out |
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Remember the weight of the yellowish night |
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No cat is for this dull world |
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I spent a long time trying to see through |
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People trying to call me out |
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Remember the weight of the glorious night |
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That's just so we drink it in |
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See the glow up above |
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See it glow telling us to reign the streets of London |
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Like the lords of other towns |
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The glistening of make-up helps to construct a better clown |
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And you will surely find this news pleasing to your ears |
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See the glow up above |
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See it glow telling us it rained the streets of London |
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Like it pours on other towns |
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And the glistening of make-up helps to construct a better clown |
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And you will surely find this news pleasing to your ears |
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You could surely try to be more alive |
