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He's the son of a government man |
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And a pillar of salt |
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I was born with blood on my hands |
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And have all the signs of a bleeding heart |
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Living high on a giant hog |
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On a mountain so steep |
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Keep your head in a hollow log |
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As the ruling fog are about to creep |
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What have we done |
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How'd we get so far from that sun |
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Lost lost in an oscillating phase |
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Where a tiny few catch all of the rays |
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Out beyond the western squalls |
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Is in an alien land |
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They work for nothing at all |
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They don't know the mall or the layaway plan |
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Dig yourself a beautiful grave |
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Everything you could want |
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Maybe those invisible slaves |
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Are too far away for a ghost to haunt |
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What do we charge |
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Letting go of a claim so large |
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All all of our working days are done |
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But a tiny few are having all of the fun |
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Get used to the dust in your lungs |
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Is there no way down |
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From this peak to solid ground |
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Without having our gold teeth |
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Pulled from our mouth |
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Make me a drink strong enough |
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To wash away this dishwasher world |
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They said was lemonade |
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Walk with me after the show |
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Maybe we can find a way |
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Through the minefield in the snow |
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What are they charged |
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Letting go of a claim so large |
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All all of our working days are done |
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But a tiny few are having all of the fun |
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Apologies to the sick and the young |
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Get used to the dust in your lungs |