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In the not very distant future |
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When everything will be free |
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There won't be any cute secrets |
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Let alone any novelty |
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You can say anything you want to |
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In your fetching cloak of anonymity |
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Are you feeling out of breath now? |
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In your desperate pursuit of infamy |
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Two lovers rocking up and down |
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In an elevator, 15 minutes later |
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They'll make a killing in the market |
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They know how to work it |
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On that close circuit |
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My, my, it's a terrible disgrace |
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You'll find these days that there's |
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No hiding place |
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How proud you, are you got the knack |
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Of howling in a vacuum |
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Whatever I said about you |
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I didn't say it behind your back |
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I paid for my immortal sins |
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I know the enemy within you |
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As it seems these days |
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There is no hiding place |
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Next time someone wants to hurt you |
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Or set alight your effigy |
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Don't call on me to help you out |
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Don't come crying to me for sympathy |
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You stay there with your daubs and scratches |
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While I summon up the red machine |
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I'll be handing somebody matches |
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And carrying a can of kerosene |
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Walk up to me |
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And say what you said |
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Let's see how brave you are |
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When I'm about this far |
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You sit in judgment and bitch |
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Well, baby that's rich |
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You're nothing but a snitch |
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My, my, it's a terrible disgrace |
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My, my, it's a terrible disgrace |
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My, my, it's a terrible disgrace |
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You'll find these days that there's |
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No hiding place |
