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Fallow from the loss of sun |
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Fields turn into spoil |
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And sought along the arid plains |
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For food left in the soil |
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And all the mothers, fathers with, |
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Their water and their wood |
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Give life to an inheritor |
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Relieved not understood |
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I come from a line of crooks |
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Bitter and brittle men |
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So I won't be around when those |
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Wedding bells ring |
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But I'm mean and marked up enough |
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To give you my hand |
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With none of my roots showing |
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So leave me a little privacy |
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Don't call, don't come around at all |
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Leave me a little decency |
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And call off all your dogs |
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Or their collars are coming off |
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Following the loss of laws |
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Saying in their turn |
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For every man to live his life |
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She'll have to last and burn |
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And all the brothers, sisters, mothers, |
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Fathers and their sons, will |
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Be passed along the daily deal |
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Alike the day before |
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La da, da da, da da, da da, la da |
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Don't get like that |
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Don't recoil back in silence |
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All that I ask is just a couple of seconds |
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In private |
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Leave me a little privacy |
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Don't call, don't come around at all |
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Leave me a little decency |
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And call off all your dogs |
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Oh, I'm sorry darlin', you're just gonna have to choose |
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It's either me or the elephant in the room |
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I can't stand to lose ya, I can't stand to lose ya |
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But it's either me or the elephant in the room |