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It's not enough to bash in heads, you've got to bash in minds
| It doesn't matter how much Nietzsche you have read when a black box clicks and there's a barrel at your head |
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| But with your love I could burn all the bridges in Venice |
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| What are you becoming? And what have you become? Once you sang your own song, now you're dancing to the same drum. What have you become? |
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| Oh I could throw you in the lake or feed you poisoned birthday cake, I won't deny I'm gonna miss you when you're gone |
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| I'm looking for a home where the wheels are turning, home, why I keep returning, home where my world is breaking in two |
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| Everything that happens will happen today, and nothing has changed but nothing's the same, and every tomorrow could be yesterday |
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| These are the last days of our lives, we should be going at it like knives |
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| Did I see you in a limousine, flinging out the fish and the unleavened? |
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| I need you so much closer |
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| Get back, get back to where you once belonged |
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| Whether the Soaraway Sun or BBC1, misinformation is a weapon of mass destruction |
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| Please don't spoil my day, I'm miles away and after all I'm only sleeping |
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| I don't know why you say goodbye, I say hello, hello, hela, heba, helloa |
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| Are you such a dreamer to put the world to rights? I'll stay home forever where two and two always makes up five |
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| I was getting my muskets clean when came this rumbling from beneath |
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| Sitting in the pub on a Thursday night, the beer is flowing fast, I see a man in a danger suit stumbling as he walks past |
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| Sport, sport, masculine sport equips a young man for society, yes sport turns out a jolly good sort, it's an odd boy who doesn't like sport |
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| And if you could only let it be, you would see |
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| There's nothing fun to be found up the M1 |
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