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SOMEWHERE FROM THE MORTAR
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THEY SAVED YOU FROM FAR AWAY LABELS
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ETERNITY MEANS NOTHING
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BUT A SIGN ON A BRIDGE
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WHEN EVERYONE¡¯S A STRANGER
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THEY CALL FOR YOU BY YOUR FIRST NAME
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AND LAUGH AT JOKES YOU ONCE MADE
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WHEN YOU WERE A KID
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SOMEWHERE DOWN THE BARREL
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LIES A BULLET THAT I CAN¡¯T KEEP
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AND IN THESE WATERS I¡¯M WADING FOR A REASON
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AFTER ALL, IT¡¯S IN MY HEAD
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I¡¯M NOT A SLAVE TO A DESPERATE LUST
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AND IN THESE WATERS I¡¯M WAITING FOR A REASON AFTER ALL¡¦
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SCREAMING LIMITATIONS
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FALL SILENT ON NEW YORK CORNERS
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A TERRORIST¡¯S A PRISONER, AND A TOURIST A THIEF
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WHEN PAINTINGS SEEM LIKE BARGAINS
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BUT THEY¡¯RE NOTHING BUT WALLPAPER
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I¡¯M PLAGUED BY SMALL TOWN FASCISTS
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LIKE A RASH ON MY SKIN
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SOMEWHERE DOWN THE BARREL
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LIES A BULLET THAT I CAN¡¯T KEEP AND
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I¡¯VE BEEN SEARCHING FOR SOMETHING MORE THAN DISTANCE
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AFTER ALL, IT¡¯S IN MY HEAD
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I¡¯M NOT A SLAVE TO AN UNBORN TRUST
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AND IN THESE WATERS I¡¯M WAITING FOR A REASON AFTER ALL¡¦.AFTER ALL¡¦.AFTER ALL¡¦
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NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH¡¦¡¦¡¦¡¦¡¦
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Somewhere Down The Barrel
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