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When you've taken everything, |
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And there's nothing left to give. |
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You're stuck with an empty skin, |
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I'll call it 'my human bag'. |
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But you can't forget the past, |
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I keep my diary on it's chest. |
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My keys are in it's mouth, |
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I write my lyrics upon it's legs. |
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This thing is like a nightmare, |
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It's hard to drag it anywhere. |
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I'm riding round in your town... |
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There's love than everything else in your house |
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You can't escape the truth, it's dangerous. |
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Now I have a fraction of, |
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The respect I used to have. |
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Forget everything you know, |
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And you can fuck what you're fighting for. |
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This thing is like a nightmare, |
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Our dreams can take us anywhere. |
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I'm riding round in your town... |
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There's love than everything else in your house |
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You can't escape the truth, it's dangerous. |
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I'm outside the back of your house, trying hard to work it out. |
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But you're always in the background, and looking out... you're looking out |
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This thing is like a nightmare, |
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It's hard to drag it anywhere. |
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I'm riding round in your town... |
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There's love than everything else in your house |
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You can't escape the truth, it's dangerous. |
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I'm outside the back of your house, trying hard to work it out. |
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But you're always in the background, and looking out... you're looking out |
