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And can you explain this mess |
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It seems your playing a game |
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Where you only know how to take out the best |
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Cause if assholes could fly |
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This place would be busier than o'hare |
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There's proof in the sky |
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It's as thick as our skulls yet it's thinner than air |
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I have something to say |
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If the chip off your shoulder should fall to your chest |
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Get it off right away |
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Cause if you don't then it won't be in peace that you rest |
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It's just a matter of time |
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That we all go away to a better place i'm told |
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It all sounds well and fine |
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But without you around i feel nothing but cold |
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And i now have nothing |
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But your heartbeat in my head |
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And a photograph of my traveling friend |
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And i became nothing when i found you were dead --- when i |
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Found out i'd never see you again |
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And all the time they took talking in circles |
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To get them off the hook would take |
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Miracle workers |
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We're nowhere near prepared there's |
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No way of knowing |
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Why don't they just admit they're scared |
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Cause its already showing |
