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Button your lip |
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And don't let the shield slip |
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Take a fresh grip on your bullet proof mask |
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And if they try, to break down your disguise with their questions |
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You can hide, hide, hide |
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Behind paranoid eyes |
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You put on your brave face and slip over the road for a job |
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Fixing your grin as you casually lean on the bar |
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Laughing too loud at the rest of the world |
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With the boys in the crowd |
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You can hide, hide, hide |
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{I'll tell you what, I'll give you three blacks, and play you for five} |
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Behind petrified eyes |
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You believed in their stories of fame, fortune and glory |
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Now you're lost in a haze of alcohol soft middle age |
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The pie in the sky turned out to be miles too high |
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And you're hide, hide, hide |
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Behind brown and mild eyes |
