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Dried up, a guitar upon my knee |
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I should have sold out when the devil came for me |
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Dig a hole and throw it out to sea |
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Break the code, how happy I could be |
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I still wave at the dots on the shore |
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And I still beat my head against the wall |
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I still rage and wage my little war |
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I'm a shade and easy to ignore |
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White wall, I had to paint a door |
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I always find that I've been through it before |
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Close it up and throw away the key |
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Break the code, how happy I could be |
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I still wave at the dots on the shore |
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And I still beat my head against the wall |
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I still rage and wage my little war |
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I'm a shade and easy to ignore |
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I woke up and I had a big idea |
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To buy a new soul at the start of every year |
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I paid up and it cost me pretty dear |
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Here's a hymn to those that disappear |
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I still wave at the dots on the shore |
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I still beat my head against the wall |
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I still rage and wage my little war |
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I'm a shade and easy to ignore |
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I'm a shade and easy to ignore |
