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You think you've come so far? |
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You think you learned along the way? |
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You're better off by far |
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Than where you stood just yesterday? |
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You say you've got the scars |
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There's nothing left to say |
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You've got to look beyond |
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Go make some ripples on your pond |
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We are the things we sing |
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All wrapped up with bows and strings |
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You think you're everything? |
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Accept the sense of substance over style |
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And take away the hype |
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Take away the sad affairs |
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Listen to your lies |
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Can't you see it now there's no-one there? |
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We are the things we choose |
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Come walk a mile in this man's shoes |
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And if you're still confused |
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Go learn to sing some hybrid blues |
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What have you got to lose |
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Except your sense of ignorance and pride? |
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And take away the hype |
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Take away the sad affairs |
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Listen to your lies |
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Can't you see it now there's no-one there? |
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I can't tell you any more |
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I can't tell you what to think or say |
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Take away the hard lines |
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Can't you see it any other way? |
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But I still don't hear that inherent cry |
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From "Dear old Stockholm" to the "My-Oh-My" |
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Make it |
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Lose it |
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Make it |
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Lose it |
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I still don't hear that plaintive call |
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From the sacred mountains to the wailing wall |
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Faithless |
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Shameless |
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Faceless |
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Hopeless |
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Now I loved me a woman, don't mean a thing |
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I loved me a woman, gave her everything |
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I got stones in my pathway |
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And I railed at the moon |
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There's a light at your doorway |
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Guess who spoke too soon? |
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Singing: |
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"Take me |
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Use me |
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Love me" |
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But I still don't hear that primal scream |
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Of a rich man's nightmare or a poor boy's dream |
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Have I lived too long? |
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Have I lived at all? |
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If life's a journey, come on |
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Catch me when I fall |
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And you're lying there, like the bride stripped bare |
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In the virtual madness, in my my dark despair |
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Singing: |
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"Hurt me |
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Hate me |
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Hear me |
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Help me" |
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Is this hybrid offspring just a high-class whore |
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Or a pale young virgin and wild old boar? |
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Pointless (I got the money) |
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Tasteless (I got the money) |
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Thoughtless |
