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The times are changing and there's nowhere to run |
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Now will answer to the things that were done |
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In the night, we'll know just who to send |
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The dogs are howling from the edge of the rain |
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Where someone said they had the right to complain |
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So they'll beg, or they'll burn, or they'll band |
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How that everything that glitters is gold |
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Down in the middle where we're bought or we're sold |
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Give me what |
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I need not what |
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I owe The place |
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I live is just a hole in the a wall |
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As for possession, |
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I keep nothing at all |
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I woke up sick from my |
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American dream |
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That's enough, not for us |
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Our hearts are racing, we don't know who to trust |
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That's enough, not for us |
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Our hearts are racing, we don't know who to trust |
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Not my American dream |
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The birds are flying and the kids are in jail |
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While I'm here waiting for my ship to sail |
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In the north, we'll be just as we were |
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The cars are screaming and the street lights explode |
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If I was you, |
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I'd stay the hell of the road |
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If your time to you is not your course |
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Oh my goodness, |
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Oh my woman in white |
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My eyes are fixed beyond the ghost in the right |
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I don't need the stars |
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I know their name |
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I'm feeling nervous with no way to relax |
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I guess I find it hard to face the facts |
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I fell down drunk with my |
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American dream |
