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When the spoon is hot |
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And the needle's sharp |
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And you drift away |
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I can hear you say |
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That the world in black |
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Is upon your back |
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And your body shakes |
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So you ditch away |
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And you close the shades |
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Don't try to do it |
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Don't try to kill your time |
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You might do it |
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Then you can't change your mind |
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You've got a hold on to your time |
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Till your break through these |
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Times of trouble |
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When you try to talk |
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And the words get hard |
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And they put you down |
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Don't you stay |
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Don't you ditch away |
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I saw you swinging |
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Swinging your mother's sword |
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I know you're playing but |
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Sometimes the rules get hard |
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But if somebody left you out on a ledge |
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If somebody pushed you over the edge |
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If somebody loved you and left you for dead |
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You got to hold on to your time till you break |
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Through these times of trouble |