| Crawling on your hands and knees
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| You’ve shown us the beautiful things
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| Living life in a box to attain
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| The name across your chest means nothing to me
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| The things you have, don’t make a man complete
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| Living life in a box to attain, insipid life in a box to attain
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| I’ve seen the way in which I should go
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| Darkened by the flash of light so false as to blind
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| The fad is fleeting
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| Crawling on your hands and knees
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| You’ve shown us the beautiful things
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| All the best at your grasp, facade is complete
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| This plow is hard and rough
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| My back breaks under the yoke
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| That has attached, that has attached
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| It was all a lie, it was all a lie
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| The way that seems
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| The way that seems right
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| And all the world is for sale
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| Crawling on your hands and knees
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| And all the world is for sale
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| You’ve shown us the beautiful things
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| And all the world is for sale
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| All the best at your grasp
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| And all the world is for sale
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| It was all a lie
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| It was all a lie, it was all a lie
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| The way that seems
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| The way that seems right, right
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| And all the world is for sale
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| Crawling on your hands and knees
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| And all the world is for sale
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| You’ve shown us the beautiful things
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| And all the world is for sale
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| All the best at your grasp
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| All the world is for sale
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| It was all a lie |