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Shoot yourself in the leg |
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& the goose lays the golden egg. |
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I had that golden egg before, |
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But it disappeared as I limped out the door. |
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Never reveal what you know |
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That the whole thing is just for show: |
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A cardboard world with painted skies, |
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Because we all must agree to believe in the lies. |
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Bring yourself down to your knees |
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& they'll give you the golden keys. |
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The keys will open any lock |
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To an empty room or a Chinese box. |
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I can forget how I feel |
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& pretend that it's all for real. |
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The pot won't call the kettle black |
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& I don't even feel the knife in my back. |
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& when we go off to our bed, |
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After struggling for our bread, |
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A pleasant dream may stand instead |
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Of the clamor & noise that goes on in your head. |
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So carry on like before |
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& don't listen to me any more. |
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Don't believe a word I sing |
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Because it's only a song & it don't mean a thing. |
