| Nothing’s in the air I’m breathing
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| Got me underneath the floor
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| On the ground there’s something whispering
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| Nothing’s locking all the doors
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| Well I ain’t gonna stand in line
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| Beg for bread and mop the floor
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| I ain’t gonna bite my tongue
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| Beg for broken legs no more
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| Something’s growing like suspicions
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| Nothing’s shouting everywhere
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| Something hears and now it listens
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| Nothing’s now becoming scared
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| Well I ain’t gonna stand in line
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| Beg for bread and mop the floor
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| I ain’t gonna bite my tongue
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| Beg for broken legs no more
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| Nothing’s sorry when it’s sitting
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| All the children ṗosing tears
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| … delay and not attention
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| Something grows, but nothing kills
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| Well I ain’t gonna stand in line
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| Beg for bread and mop the floor
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| I ain’t gonna bite my tongue
|
| Beg for broken legs no more
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| I ain’t gonna stand in line
|
| Beg for bread and mop the floor
|
| I ain’t gonna bite my tongue
|
| Beg for broken legs no more
|
| Well I ain’t gonna stand in line
|
| Beg for bread above the floor
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| Well I ain’t gonna stand in line
|
| Beg for bread and mop the floor
|
| I ain’t gonna bite my tongue
|
| Beg for broken legs no more
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| Nothing’s in the air I’m breathing
|
| Got me underneath the floor
|
| On the ground the something whispering
|
| Nothing is now locking doors
|
| Well I ain’t gonna stand in line
|
| Beg for bread and mop the floor
|
| I ain’t gonna bite my tongue
|
| Beg for broken legs no more
|
| I ain’t gonna stand in line
|
| Beg for bread and mop the floor
|
| I ain’t gonna bite my tongue
|
| Beg for broken legs no more |