| You think you’ve come so far?
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| You think you learned along the way?
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| You’re better off by far
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| Than where you stood just yesterday?
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| You say you’ve got the scars
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| There’s nothing left to say
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| You’ve got to look beyond
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| Go make some ripples on your pond
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| We are the things we sing
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| All wrapped up with bows and strings
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| You think you’re everything?
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| Accept the sense of substance over style
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| And take away the hype
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| Take away the sad affairs
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| Listen to your lies
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| Can’t you see it now there’s no-one there?
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| We are the things we choose
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| Come walk a mile in this man’s shoes
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| And if you’re still confused
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| Go learn to sing some hybrid blues
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| What have you got to lose
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| Except your sense of ignorance and pride?
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| And take away the hype
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| Take away the sad affairs
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| Listen to your lies
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| Can’t you see it now there’s no-one there?
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| I can’t tell you any more
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| I can’t tell you what to think or say
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| Take away the hard lines
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| Can’t you see it any other way?
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| But I still don’t hear that inherent cry
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| From «Dear old Stockholm» to the «My-Oh-My»
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| Make it
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| Lose it
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| Make it
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| Lose it
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| I still don’t hear that plaintive call
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| From the sacred mountains to the wailing wall
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| Faithless
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| Shameless
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| Faceless
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| Hopeless
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| Now I loved me a woman, don’t mean a thing
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| I loved me a woman, gave her everything
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| I got stones in my pathway
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| And I railed at the moon
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| There’s a light at your doorway
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| Guess who spoke too soon?
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| Singing:
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| «Take me
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| Use me
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| Love me»
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| But I still don’t hear that primal scream
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| Of a rich man’s nightmare or a poor boy’s dream
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| Have I lived too long?
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| Have I lived at all?
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| If life’s a journey, come on
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| Catch me when I fall
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| And you’re lying there, like the bride stripped bare
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| In the virtual madness, in my my dark despair
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| Singing:
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| «Hurt me
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| Hate me
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| Hear me
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| Help me»
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| Is this hybrid offspring just a high-class whore
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| Or a pale young virgin and wild old boar?
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| Pointless (I got the money)
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| Tasteless (I got the money)
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| Thoughtless |