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And now he craves a complication |
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You're something up his sleeve |
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He bends the rails to miss the station |
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To let the pressure breathe |
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And now for real eyes of this fiction |
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There's something to believe |
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He's going under |
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The red flag falling down |
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My only brother, brother |
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He cuts in with a harmony |
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The voice of his own worst enemy |
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And in his head it doesn't matter |
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There's nothing else to do |
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With every stepping nuclear fang up |
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He begs for one false move |
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To send his silver lining scattered |
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And make this mess come true |
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He's going under |
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The red flags waving 'round |
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My only brother, brother |
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He cuts in with a harmony |
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The voice of his own worst enemy |
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Na, na na na na na na |
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Na, na na na na na na |
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Na na |
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And in his head it doesn't matter |
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In his head it does not matter, matter, matter, matter... |
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He's going under |
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My only brother, brother |
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He cuts in with a harmony |
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The voice of his own worst enemy |
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A oooooh oooh ooh |