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Now coming down |
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From out of this swan dive |
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To your arms I make no sound |
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When I move through your reservoir |
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But I wake up quick |
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And I wake up sick |
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As you abandon me |
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Into these fields of rank and file |
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Through this crowd I hear you breathing |
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And through this bars I watch them bring more in |
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Now I send back letters |
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From the wasteland home |
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Where I slow dance |
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To this romance on my own |
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It may take two to tango |
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But boy, only one to let go |
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It's just one to let go |
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Now boy keep still |
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Don't spread yourself around |
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Get back in line |
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Eat your bread and just work the plow |
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'Cause your not through |
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They're not done with you |
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Did you think you were |
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The only one that's been let down |
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So sleep tight |
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Little boys of the new damned |
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Another drop in the |
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Tidal wave of quicksand |
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Now I send back letters |
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From the wasteland home |
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Where I slow dance |
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To this romance on my own |
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It may take two to tango |
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But boy, just one to let go |
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It's just one to let go |
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Now another bad idea gets through |
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Down this assembly line to you |
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You're every bridge I should have burned |
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Every lesson I've unlearned |
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But in this smoke-filled waiting room |
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With incarcerated love sick fools |
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I wait for you to cut me loose |
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Till then I... |
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Send back letters |
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From the wasteland home |
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Where I slow dance |
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To this romance on my own |
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Now I send back letters |
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From the wasteland home |
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Where I slow dance |
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To this romance on my own |
