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Ballad of Bodmin Pill
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(Heaton/Sullivan)
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Smash glass against the wall
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Curse the music on the radio that the neighbours play
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Door slams, she turns her head
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Watches through the window as he pulls away
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Funny how your racing brain drives you so mad
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When all the while you feel su numb
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Too old to be clean far too young to be broken
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Like an army we come
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Cut back, left behind
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I watched you self-destructing
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Oh so many times
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Shot down, once again
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Sitting in a chair crying what am I going to do with my life?
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Just learn to hide the way that you really feel
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Never let them know that you're scared
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But understand that you're not the special only one
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Watch us now, watch us real close
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Ch: How we all dance with this fire
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Cos it's all that we know
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And as the spotlight turns toward us
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We all try our best to show
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We are lost we are freaks
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We are crippled, we are weak
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We are the heirs, we are the true heirs
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To all the world
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Let's go build a fire down on the empty beach when the waves are crashing high
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White heat purify as the sparks fly up into the great black sky
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Sacrifice these crutches to the crackling flames
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Stand as silhouettes against the dawn
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It's far too late to try to sleep now
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Seems I'm never tired any more
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Ch:
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I want to dance with this fire
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Cos it's all that I know . . .
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We are lost we are freaks . . .
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And we try our best to show . . .
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I am lost I'm a freak ha ha.
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Ballad of Bodmin Pill
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| New Model Army |
