| No life, no life without a fall
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| Now the wind has swept us all
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| Down to this mission wall
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| And the love, the love we pray to keep
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| Has buried us so deep
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| And me singing this same sad song
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| How I fell into her arms
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| Her warm and loving arms
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| She said, You can never be free
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| You can never be like me
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| Now I’m a mad dog and I’ll be
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| Now you honey on my tree
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| Whether sweet tomorrow
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| In the mellow wallow
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| Oh there’s still time to borrow
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| And in the mellow wallow, yeah
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| We will never have it all
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| Tonight I’m screaming at the wall
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| Peel the paint of my window rail
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| Touch, material has no choice
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| Peel the paint off with my voice
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| Curse this city’s duplex song
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| Now I’m sleeping on the floor
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| Honey I’m soaking wet and
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| Oh they’re coming out, they’re coming out, they’re coming for me
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| As long as we are free
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| We’ll be doomed to live and die
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| Under the great suburban sky
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| And I’ll always holler
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| In the mellow wallow
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| Oh there’s still time to borrow
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| And in the mellow wallow
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| Jesus
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| Heaven, heaven head of hell
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| You are treating me quite well
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| Washed me up upon a shore
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| Now I’m scratching down your door
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| All the words become my hands
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| Cold and broken on the floor
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| Peeling gooseflesh off your back
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| Pulling back your long black hair
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| Now this beauty is my queen
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| Skinny arms so very slow
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| A perfume neck and a blanket so small
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| Oh, what beauty, oh what bridge
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| I will sleep tomorrow
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| And in the mellow wallow
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| Oh, there’s still time to borrow
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| And in the mellow wallow
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| Oh, and I fall to be controlled
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| Lost and swept away
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| I will always wait it out
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| Won’t you listen now
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| Let me sleep tomorrow in
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| We’ll never have it all
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| Now the wind has swept us all
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| Down to this mission wall
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| And see, the rhythm is your hand
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| Speed the rhythm, speed the band
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| This is the bright amphetamine sky |