| No you can't throw failure over your shoulder | |
| If you don't look after -- you gonna look back | |
| No you can't hurry forward... it's holding you back | |
| In the grip of an onset you run for a cover | |
| To hide from your mother and your sister | |
| Your brother... though you long to tell of | |
| The stone that remains -- you can't move a | |
| Muscle -- you're wrapped up in chains... so you | |
| Wait in your room -- bound to the doom | |
| To talk with the skeleton in the closet... | |
| So you waited for days and you walked | |
| In the maze and you lay on your bed | |
| With your head in a daze and high in | |
| A corner in a cupboard on a shelf | |
| You turn a corner and walk into yourself | |
| And you check your condition and your | |
| Shape and your health... | |
| So you open the door with a look | |
| On your face, your hands in your | |
| Pockets and your family to face | |
| And you go downstairs and you sit in | |
| Your place... |
| No you can' t throw failure over your shoulder | |
| If you don' t look after you gonna look back | |
| No you can' t hurry forward... it' s holding you back | |
| In the grip of an onset you run for a cover | |
| To hide from your mother and your sister | |
| Your brother... though you long to tell of | |
| The stone that remains you can' t move a | |
| Muscle you' re wrapped up in chains... so you | |
| Wait in your room bound to the doom | |
| To talk with the skeleton in the closet... | |
| So you waited for days and you walked | |
| In the maze and you lay on your bed | |
| With your head in a daze and high in | |
| A corner in a cupboard on a shelf | |
| You turn a corner and walk into yourself | |
| And you check your condition and your | |
| Shape and your health... | |
| So you open the door with a look | |
| On your face, your hands in your | |
| Pockets and your family to face | |
| And you go downstairs and you sit in | |
| Your place... |
| No you can' t throw failure over your shoulder | |
| If you don' t look after you gonna look back | |
| No you can' t hurry forward... it' s holding you back | |
| In the grip of an onset you run for a cover | |
| To hide from your mother and your sister | |
| Your brother... though you long to tell of | |
| The stone that remains you can' t move a | |
| Muscle you' re wrapped up in chains... so you | |
| Wait in your room bound to the doom | |
| To talk with the skeleton in the closet... | |
| So you waited for days and you walked | |
| In the maze and you lay on your bed | |
| With your head in a daze and high in | |
| A corner in a cupboard on a shelf | |
| You turn a corner and walk into yourself | |
| And you check your condition and your | |
| Shape and your health... | |
| So you open the door with a look | |
| On your face, your hands in your | |
| Pockets and your family to face | |
| And you go downstairs and you sit in | |
| Your place... |
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