| What will grow crooked, you can’t make straight
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| It’s the price that you gotta pay
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| Do yourself a favour and pack your bags
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| Buy a ticket and get on the train
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| Buy a ticket and get on the train
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| 'Cause this is fucked up, fucked up
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| 'Cause this is fucked up, fucked up
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| People get crushed like biscuit crumbs
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| And laid down in the bitumen
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| You have tried your best to please everyone
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| But it just isn’t happening
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| No, it just isn’t happening
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| And it’s fucked up, fucked up
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| And this is fucked up, fucked up
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| This your blind spot, blind spot
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| It should be obvious, but it’s not
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| You cannot kick-start a dead horse
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| You just cross yourself and walk away
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| I don’t care what the future holds
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| 'Cause I’m right here, and I’m today
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| With your fingers you can touch me
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| I am your black swan, black swan
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| (But I made it to the top, made it to the top)
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| And this is fucked up, fucked up
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| Be your black swan, be your black swan
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| (But I made it to the top, made it to the top)
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| And for spare parts, we’re broken up
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| You are fucked up, fucked up
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| This is fucked up, fucked up
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| We are black swans, black swans
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| And for spare parts, we’re broken up |