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Something kind of hit me today |
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I looked at you and wondered if you saw things my way |
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People will hold us to blame |
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It hit me today, it hit me today |
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We're taking it hard all the time |
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Why don't we pass it by? |
| [00:52.61] |
Just reply, you've changed your mind |
| [00:57.91] |
We're fighting with the eyes of the blind |
| [01:03.28] |
Taking it hard, taking it hard |
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Yet now |
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We feel that we are paper, choking on you nightly |
| [01:21.76] |
They tell me "Son, we want you, be elusive, but don't walk far" |
| [01:28.45] |
Always breaking in the new boys, deceive your next of kin |
| [01:35.08] |
For you're dancing where the dogs decay, defecating ecstasy |
| [01:41.71] |
You're just an ally of the leecher |
| [01:45.11] |
Locator for the virgin King, but I love you in your fuck-me pumps |
| [01:51.95] |
And your nimble dress that trails |
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Oh, dress yourself, my urchin one, for I hear them on the rails |
| [02:01.72] |
Because of all we've seen, because of all we've said |
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We are the dead |
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One thing kind of touched me today |
| [02:20.88] |
I looked at you and counted all the times we had laid |
| [02:28.82] |
Pressing our love through the night |
| [02:34.19] |
Knowing it's right, knowing it's right |
| [02:42.80] |
Now I'm hoping someone will care |
| [02:47.77] |
Living on the breath of a hope to be shared |
| [02:56.28] |
Trusting on the sons of our love |
| [03:00.99] |
That someone will care, someone will care |
| [03:06.63] |
But now |
| [03:12.41] |
We're today's scrambled creatures, locked in tomorrow's double feature |
| [03:19.35] |
Heaven's on the pillow, its silence competes with hell |
| [03:25.68] |
It's a twenty-four hour service, guaranteed to make you tell |
| [03:32.14] |
And the streets are full of press men |
| [03:36.78] |
Bent on getting hung and buried |
| [03:39.91] |
And the legendary curtains are drawn 'round Baby Bankrupt |
| [03:46.56] |
Who sucks you while you're sleeping |
| [03:49.72] |
It's the theater of financiers |
| [03:52.90] |
Count them, fifteen 'round a table |
| [03:56.40] |
White and dressed to kill |
| [03:59.75] |
Oh caress yourself, my juicy |
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For my hands have all but withered |
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Oh dress yourself my urchin one, for I hear them on the stairs |
| [04:12.77] |
Because of all we've seen, because of all we've said |
| [04:21.02] |
We are the dead |
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We are the dead |
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We are the dead |
