| Cradle up there’s a fragile life
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| You can paint the picture pretty
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| But it serves as no disguise
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| Its only getting later now
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| And you’ve become a waste of time
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| The silver spoon won’t feed your friends
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| Cause life tastes better when your eat with your hands
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| Count me in and I’ll be the one
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| To take the knife out of your spine
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| Cause I know you’d be the first
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| To bury the blade deeper into mine
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| Into mine
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| Living on this charming life
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| You can write the prefect setting
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| But the story I’m not buying
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| We’re only getting older now
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| And you’ve become a waste of time
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| The silver spoon won’t feed your friends
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| Cause life tastes better when your eat with your hands
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| Count me in and I’ll be the one
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| To take the knife out of your spine
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| Cause I know you’d be the first
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| To bury the blade, to bury the blade
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| I’m counting on you to bury the blade
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| Count me in and I’ll be the one
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| To take the knife out of your spine
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| Cause i know you’ll be the one
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| To bury the blade but she’s still in mine
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| Count me in and I’ll be the one
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| To take the knife out of your spine
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| Cause I know you’d be the first
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| To bury the blade deeper into mine
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| Count me in, count me in Count me in, count me in To bury the blade deep in your spine |