| Beware the intruder, beware the intruder
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| I have scissors in my hand. |
| Move on, move on
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| Sound the alarm, sound the alarm
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| He says he’s an artist, he says he’s an artist
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| Who will take what I miss and make it live through bursts of noise
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| But I won’t let him be flecked with my blood
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| And pretend it is his own. |
| (2x)
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| Get me a surgeon, I said ‘get me a surgeon'. |
| (3x)
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| He wants to feel the stretch so raise him up and tie him down
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| Petrified in a lab room bell jar. |
| (2x)
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| I won’t let him be flecked with my blood
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| He broke in and he stole you away
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| Be more disheartened when having to steal than being stolen from
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| He broke in and he stole you away
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| Petrified in a lab room bell jar. |
| (2x)
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| He broke in and he stole you away
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| Be more disheartened when having to steal than being stolen from
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| (Petrified in a lab room bell jar.)
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| Gentle heart guide me to my car
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| Take my broken wrists and help me steer
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| Lead me blind and speaking
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| Into the darkest canyon deep
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| I cannot breathe; |
| down here the air is thick
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| With animals dying and sick
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| Help me sing their hopeless chant
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| Sing it hard and bring you home
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| In my hand appeared a box of clothes
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| We gathered round and watched the colours burn and the canyon glow
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| And in the light I see the face of the animals
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| I see a fire burn in the face of the animals
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| I see that I am weak, that I have no choice
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| And I see what I will be and what I will become
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| And I see an empty room, a house falling apart
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| And I see an empty room, a house falling apart
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| I have such long days ahead
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| And all that you have is death.(x2)
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| No angels are watching you
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| (The walls are not listening)
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| I’d trade everything I have
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| (But everything is not enough.)
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| No angels are watching you
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| The walls are not listening
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| I’d trade everything I have
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| (But everything is not enough.)
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| My body is a timber frame
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| My bones are on fire now
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| My throat is closing in on me
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| My heart is pumping hard
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| My head is filled with burning light
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| My skin is a canvas sick
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| My rib cage is a creaking chest
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| My lungs have a puncture leak
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| I was lost in a frozen wood
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| I was held by its dirty roots
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| Close to the earth but far from you
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| Oh little joy
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| I was drowning in a sonograph
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| The ink was running thick as blood
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| Separate and pull back out
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| Oh little joy
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| This is our corrective
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| Grieving animal incentive
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| I know we deserve it
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| Let’s just hope I can learn from it |