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With all the fire set in our eyes |
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Without a cornerstone to realize |
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That later on we'll build the pyre |
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And burn so easily well everyone but me |
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And soon we'll sing in better moods |
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A sigularity well everyone but you |
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They'll pull the nerves out through the pores |
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Though bruised so easily the comeback kid's not |
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BleedingWith words that defied all our social gestures |
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No one could've known what the comeback kid did |
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No words could describe all the social pressures |
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That leads to the time when the comeback kid wins |
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And winsAnd now we sing in better moods |
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Together whispering well everyone but you |
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And later on we built that pyre |
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And burned so easily well everyone but me |
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With words that defied all our social gestures |
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No one could've known what the comeback kid did |
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No words could define all the social pressures |
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That leads to the time when the comeback kid wins... |
