I don't wanna work in a building downtown
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No I don't wanna work in a building downtown
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I don't know what I'm gonna do
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Cause the planes keep crashing always two by two
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I don't wanna work in a building downtown
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No I don't wanna see when the planes hit the ground
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I don't wanna work in a building downtown
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I don't wanna work in a building downtown
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Parking their cars in the underground
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Their voices when they scream, well they make no sound
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I wanna see the cities rust
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And the troublemakers riding on the back of the bus
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Dear God, I'm a good Christian man
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In your glory, I know you understand
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That you gotta work hard and you gotta get paid
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My girl's 13 but she don't act her age
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She can sing like a bird in a cage
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O Lord, if you could see her when she's up on that stage!
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You know that I'm a God-fearing man
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You know that I'm a God-fearing man
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But I just gotta know if it's part of your plan
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To seat my daughters there by your right hand
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I know that you'll do what's right, Lord
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For they are the lanterns and you are the light
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Now I'm overcome
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By the light of day
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My lips are near but my heart is far away
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Tell me what to say
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I'll be your mouthpiece!
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Into the light of a bridge that burns
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As I drive from the city with the money that I earned
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Into the dark of a starless sky
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I'm staring into nothing
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and I'm asking you why
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Lord, will you make her a star
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So the world can see who you really are?
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Little girl, you're old enough to understand
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That you'll always be a stranger in a strange, strange land
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The men are gonna come when you're fast asleep
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So you better just stay close and hold onto me
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If my little mocking bird don't sing
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Then daddy won't buy her no diamond ring
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Dear God, would you send me a child?
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Oh! God, would you send me a child
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Cause I wanna put it up on the TV screen
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So the world can see what your true word means
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Lord, would you send me a sign
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Cause I just gotta know if I'm wasting my time!
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Now I'm overcome
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By the light of day
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My lips are near but my heart is far away
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Now the war is won
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How come nothing tastes good?
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You're such a sensitive child!
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Oh! You're such a sensitive child!
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I know you're tired but it's alright
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I just need you to sing for me tonight
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You're gonna have your day in the sun
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You know God loves the sensitive ones
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Oh! My little bird in a cage!
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Oh! My little bird in a cage!
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I need you to get up for me, up on that stage
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And show the men that you're old for your age
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Now ain't the time for fear
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But if you don't take it, it'll disappear!
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Oh! My little mocking bird sing!
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Oh! My little mocking bird sing!
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I need you to get up on that stage for me, honey
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And show the men it's not about the money
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Wanna hold a mirror up to the world
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So that they can see themselves inside my little girl!
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Do you know where I was at your age?
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Any idea where I was at your age?
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I was working downtown for the minimum wage
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And I'm not gonna let you just throw it all away!
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I'm through being cute, I'm through being nice
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O tell me, Lord, am I the Antichrist?!
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Antichrist Television Blues
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| The Arcade Fire |
