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A letter to the editor, from the man in the corner. |
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It's all in vein. |
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They want your head, they want your head on a plate. |
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For every fly that's on the wall, been used up, trow too fast anymore. |
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It's just information burned up, passed out, spun to your door. |
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There's a light in your eyes. |
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And there's fiction fallin' from the sky, |
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See it all in black and white. |
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A letter to the editor, scrapin' sky by the river. |
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Now could it be, all the fear that seems to be catching all around here? |
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They've been kicking down my door, but |
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I'm not taking any calls. |
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Well the choice of words is choose no words, saying nothing, nothing at all. |
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There's a light in your eyes. |
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And there's fiction found between the lines, |
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See it all in black and white. |
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See it all in black and white. |
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Tell it like it is. |
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Tell it like it is. |
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I put the pieces together but |
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I never ever, learn. |
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Never ever, ever. |
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There's a light in your eyes. |
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And there's fiction fallin' from the sky. |
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See it all in black and white. |
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See it all in, black, and white. |
