| We counted cracks on the ceiling as the moonlight split the pines
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| (Shut up, shut up, shut up)
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| We hadn’t paid much attention as the car crossed county lines
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| (Shut up, shut up, shut up)
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| Tuned the dial to the station on the outpost radio
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| (Shut up, shut up, shut up)
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| It wouldn’t make much difference if the viceroy hadn’t known
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| (Shut up, shut up, shut up)
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| Between the moonlight and the door
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| It didn’t feel right anymore
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| We counted cracks on the ceiling as the moonlight split the pines
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| Despite the vows we had taken for the first time there was doubt
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| We took the bombs to the basement and the dancehall records out
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| I doubt we’ll leave on this train, this train
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| I don’t believe a word you say
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| I doubt we’ll leave on this train, this train
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| I doubt we’ll leave on this train, this train
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| I don’t believe a word you say
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| I doubt we’ll leave on this train, this train
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| Too quiet, too quiet
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| We’re thowin' pebbles at the Elks Lodge Riot
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| Too quiet, too quiet
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| We’re thowin' pebbles at the Elks Lodge Riot
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| Make a promise to me next time we’ll get out
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| We counted cracks on the ceiling as the moonlight split the pines
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| (Shut up, shut up, shut up)
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| We may collide for attention if we lose sight of the lines
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| (Shut up, shut up, shut up)
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| I watched the rain run behind us and the cracks form in the mirror
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| (Shut up, shut up, shut up)
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| In a rich pool of neon we were both faced with the fear
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| (Shut up, shut up, shut up)
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| Between the moonlight and the door
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| It didn’t feel right anymore
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| We counted cracks on the ceiling as the moonlight split the pines
|
| Despite the vows we had taken for the first time there was doubt
|
| We took the bombs to the basement and the dancehall records out
|
| I doubt we’ll leave on this train, this train
|
| I don’t believe a word you say
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| I doubt we’ll leave on this train, this train
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| I doubt we’ll leave on this train, this train
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| I don’t believe a word you say
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| I doubt we’ll leave on this train, this train
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| Too quiet, too quiet
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| We’re thowin' pebbles at the Elks Lodge Riot
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| Too quiet, too quiet
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| We’re thowin' pebbles at the Elks Lodge Riot
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| Make a promise to me next time we’ll get out
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| I hadn’t been downtown since the lights went out
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| And the darkness owned the street
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| And you may not recognize me when we meet |