In five years it?l burn inside you
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Will you look back and say you did all that you tried to
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They?l try hard each day to break you
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Until the day comes when lip service will forsake you
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And you?e been tested
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Pulled out your hair now
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With each passing day gone by
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You look the worse for wear now
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Your excuses all grow stale
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Until you see the lady in the long black veil
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And every violin in the world is playing your song
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But they?e playing it all wrong
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You think long, try to get things sorted
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With one foot in each grave you end up quartered
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You feel a tug, a subtle persuasion
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As that suit and tie look ever more engaging
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Accept the strings, they will support you
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As you wave goodbye to childish things they contort you
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Strings Attached
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| The GC5 |
