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And oh my dear |
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I had a good idea |
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Let's lay these bones to rest |
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Build it all over and start again |
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'Cause I know |
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That if you dare to hope |
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That if you dare to try |
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To rebuild the pieces of your life |
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Then you'll find |
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The things you held so dear |
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The things you held so close |
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Were never ever really yours |
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And what's left |
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That vacuous empty shell |
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Is ready to be refilled |
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With all the love you should have had |
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And rip it up |
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Rip it all apart |
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This place that our parents built |
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We'll let it all burn down to the ground |
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'Cause I'm tired |
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Of these suited lies |
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Of policies laid to break |
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And words that you'll never ever shake |
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We are nearly home |
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And we're nearly home |
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And we're nearly home |
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And we're nearly home |
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We are nearly home |
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And we're nearly home |
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And we're nearly home |
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And we're nearly home |
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And oh my dear |
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I had a good idea |
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Let's lay these bones to rest |
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Build it all over and start again |
