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You may find as I have found |
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This place is neither safe nor sound |
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This house of cards will tumble down |
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As befits a cardboard town |
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You're lost in the ruins of your mind |
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As these four walls collide, as your whole world subsides |
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But you took it all in your stride |
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As a matter of course, not a matter of pride |
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So raise your glass, let's celebrate |
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'Cause we can force those hands of fate |
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No need to heed the call for greed, for acquisition |
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Now I ain't puttin' you on, this is my genuine position |
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You're lost in the ruins of your mind |
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As these four walls collide, as your whole life subsides |
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But you took it all in your stride |
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As a matter of course, not a matter of pride |
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How can I thank you? |
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We're forever in your debt |
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We'll bite the hand of fate that feeds us |
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Morsels of regret |
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You're lost in the ruins of your mind |
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As these four walls collide, as your whole world subsides |
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But you took it all in your stride |
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As a matter of course, not a matter of pride |
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As a matter of course, not a matter of pride |
