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We have found in past excuses |
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Shrinking hands extending service |
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Like some ill bought warranty |
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Selfish terms to suit the day |
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Before the shady last decision |
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Shameless squanders nose and vision |
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Off towards that well bought place |
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To spite the nose right in your face |
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Look inside that dirty hole |
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What is there left overthrown |
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Over there nothing is known |
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Another place to dig that hole |
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Mumbled like the clever clueless |
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Building moles to hills that throw off |
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What's inside that mighty mountain |
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Hollow is the core alive |
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Makeshift plans to take control of |
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You're the island no one flies to |
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Waiting for the understanding |
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Never coming to your land |
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Look inside your eyes behold |
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Back toward what's over sold |
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Over there is nothing grown |
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Over here is over gone |
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Whose been making feeling faking |
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All that stutters left beside |
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Churning fast stir the fat and |
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Kills you while its sleepless |
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Who knows who the thief is |
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His truth is in the secret |
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It's something you believe in |
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Come away and fall with me |
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Go away and falter |
