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All the things you like |
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Guided by their charms |
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Behind them safety store |
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Wrap your greedy arms around them all |
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Sail, don't try to steer, just sail |
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You can be hell of a force |
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With the button to a broken man |
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Because you know |
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I'm impatient |
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I've been hounded down before |
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The diving bell keeps surfacing |
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It doesn't ring anymore |
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Did the little boy only get his orders from himself? |
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Did the whole world revolve his middle class act? |
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The girl next door hears voices in her head every night |
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The mother's tears that he's bringing home trash from the pile |
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You know I'm impatient |
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I've been hounded down before |
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The diving bell keeps surfacing |
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It doesn't ring anymore |
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And you know |
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I'm impatient |
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I've been hounded down before |
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The diving bell keeps surfacing |
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It doesn't ring anymore |
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Wife still believes life settles like a stream of dust |
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Through the beams you lose you underneath |
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Did the little boy on his pedestal |
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And the girl next once the voice is gone |
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And did the whole world and the mothers tears |
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Sink the sunshine on the back field? |
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The grasping is hand is never full |
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And the perfect life is just damaged goods |
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And you should have talked and you should talk too |
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Because in twenty years you'll be a mute |
