| The other night as I lay asleep
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| I woke to the sound of the telephone ring
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| I reached for the line and tried to be brave
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| Because only trouble would call that late
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| It could have been the whiskey
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| It could have been the coke
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| But either way he was losing his hope
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| He asked me do I sit and think
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| About the things I do and what they mean
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| I said in life we all got a choice
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| You gotta find your song
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| You gotta use your voice
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| Hold your breath and count to three
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| If you know the words sing along with me
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| Which side are you on my friend?
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| Which side are you on?
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| Will you throw your life into a shallow grave
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| Or hold it up to the sun?
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| We all wish we were younger then
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| So we would have an excuse
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| But we shot our mouths into virgin veins
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| And the lies were a hundred proof
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| Just another lonely evening
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| What a way to spend a Saturday night
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| Just remember that Sunday is coming
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| And everything looks different in the light
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| It’s a common sense of history
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| From the notes we sing to the books we read
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| From the writer’s pen to the dancer’s feet
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| Somewhere in the middle we all meet
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| It’s a tragic tale of industry
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| From the wars we rage in the name of peace
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| From a child’s laugh to a soldier’s fear
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| Somewhere in the moment we all share
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| It’s the nagging weight of urgency
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| You and I have to change these things
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| Or the ground will break beneath our feet
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| And swallow up you and me and everything
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| The truth hurts so this should be painless
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| All you feel is a pinch in your spine
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| Or the place where the rows of bones were
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| Before you went and had a good time
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| The devil has so many faces
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| You never know which one he’s hiding behind
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| Until the two of you take off your clothes
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| And tell each other the sweetest lies
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| Just another lonely evening
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| What a way to spend a Saturday night
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| Just remember that Sunday is coming
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| And everything looks different in the light
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| Which side are you on my friend?
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| Which side are you on?
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| Will you throw your life into a shallow grave
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| Or hold it up to the sun?
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| We all wish we were younger then
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| So we would have an excuse
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| But we shot our mouths into virgin veins
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| And the lies were a hundred proof
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| Just another lonely evening
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| What a way to spend a Saturday night
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| Just remember that Sunday is coming
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| And everything looks different in the light |