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The butcher shop in the air |
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Is heavy with all the choice cuts |
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The Columbus God of Hope |
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Twists a knife in your guts |
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And all we talk about |
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Is how disappointed you are every day |
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A blank face on a child |
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Who can't reply to anything you say |
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Go away |
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Go away |
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Go away |
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The prison guards just try and sell me |
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These little yellow pills |
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They say they'll cover up the pain |
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For a wound that never heals |
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And all I got |
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All I got was the last look |
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You wore on your face |
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And if I live to be a thousand |
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That's one thing I'll never replace |
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Go away |
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Go away go away |
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Go away go away |
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I know you've got a plank to walk |
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I know you've got a kite to fly |
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And I'll do everything I can |
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To help you say goodbye |
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just wanted to fill your soul with light |
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And free us both from the Ohio day |
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My touch just makes you draw |
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Farther and farther |
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And farther away |
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Go away |
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Go away |
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Go away go away |
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Go away |
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Go away |
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Go away go away go away |
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Go away go away |