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You spend many an hour in bed |
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Afraid of people you've never met |
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It's time to call your emotions round |
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And drink tea with the ones you like least |
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Surely you can agree on something |
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Black out into your own life |
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You grieve for the desirable light |
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The words you are drawn to |
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Black and white |
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There really is no excuse |
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Start dealing with all you lose |
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It's scribbled in front of you |
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What have you got to lose? |
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You can walk in a dead man's shoes |
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As you answer the battle cry |
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The truth covers up the lie |
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You're into the firing line |
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Well son what's it to be now? |
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Don't shy away from the thunder cloud |
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Just let the heavens open |
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But keep safe the letter you sent to your self |
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You'll need it for when you get well |
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To remind you how far you fell |
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The pressure is too much for you |
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A bottled rage slowly slowly unscrews |
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It threatens to swallow you |
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And consume all you have to prove |
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What have you got to lose? |
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You can walk in a dead man's shoes |
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Do you answer the battle cry? |
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The truth covers up the lie |
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Straight into the firing line |
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Why are you scared to choose? |
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You can walk in a dead man's shoes |
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Or can you answer the battle cry? |
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The truth covers up the lie |
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Step into the firing line |
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Now it's your time to shine |
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You're in the firing line |