We should be headin' for the top now
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We’ve have a hundred thousand years
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We should’ve found a little heaven in our soul
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That should’ve washed away the tears
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Instead we’re wasted all the time
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And there’s a thousand ways to cry
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And in our haste to find a little more from life
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We didn’t notice that we’d died
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And we’ll be losin' all the time
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We’ll be choking back the tears
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And we’ll be seein' only white light in our mind
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And it’s been blinding us for years
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She got a rhythm in her soul
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She got a rainbow in her eyes
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She gotta little bit of hurtin' deep inside
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And its hurt you’re gonna try
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And I’ve been shooting up my time
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I’ve been holdin' down the fear
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We should be headin' for the top now little child
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But I’ve been rotting here for years
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And we’ll be calling the dark
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I’ll be holding back the shame
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We should be headin' for the top now little child
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But she’ll be dancing on your grave
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And I’ll be calling for a god
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I’ll be calling out for more
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And I’ve been given all the riches in my heart
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That she’ll be selling at the door
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She got a heavy duty soul
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She got a twinkle in her eye
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And she’s polluting all the air waves with her song
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And it’s a song I’m gonna buy
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And then she comes into my room
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She caught me messin' on the floor
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She got a little bit of heaven in her soul
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That got me crawlin' back for more
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She got a rumour in her heart
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She got a twinkle in her eye
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She got a little bit of hurtin' deep inside
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And it’s a hurt I’m gonna try
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But her ambition’s such a drag
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She made a coffin for my dreams
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And now I’m losing all I had now
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To stay alive by any means
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And I’m forgettin' all the time
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I should’ve photographed my mind
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She got a little bit of heaven deep inside
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And its a heaven I should find
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And there’s a stagger in our walk
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And there’s a stutter in our name
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And you’ll be seeing only white light
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And there’ll be nothing more to gain
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We should be headin' for the top now
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We’ve had a hundred thousand years
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Instead we’re losing all we got now
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To cry a hundred thousand tears
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We should be heading for the top now
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But we’ll be crawling on the floor
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Instead we’re losing all we got now
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To cry a hundred thousand more
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Mary, Mary quite contrary
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How does your future go?
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Backstreet dealin'
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Midnight stealin'
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Oh does your mother know?
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Sadie, Sadie
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Quite the lady
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How does your fortune grow?
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Fixin' hustlin'
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Pimpin' cussin'
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Don’t let the damage show |