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You've been keeping your distance |
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Infected as |
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I amI'll come wounded and careless |
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Crawling back to you |
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Crumbling down under spotlights |
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For I am weak like you |
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Scent of placenta |
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We're heading back to the source |
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The houselights fade out |
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A perfect warm death |
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The worms have crawled in |
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And made us who we are |
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Radio outDancing to a silent tune |
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Stand up and shout |
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For all we are is innocent |
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Turn the lights out |
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This could be the final hour |
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And we're on time |
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I see hundreds of faces |
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Staring back at me |
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An armory of human shields |
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To protect me from the truth |
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The truth as |
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I never told it |
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For I'm a liar like you |
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Nothing quite like a transplant |
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To erase the past |
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Tie your blindfold |
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This could be the final hour |
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And we all count. |
