Run and tell your mother
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your heart's gone, you're her setting son
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Were you robbed today?
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My shallow pockets march the deep parade
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Doctors are songs that never get sung
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the debt gets high, it thinks it's won
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Will you rob today?
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By keeping brains alive
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the tired bodies never sleep
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A tired life of thinking
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got no one to blame
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so you tell stories
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'til it's all blurry
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Strong man seems made of straw
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sidewalk, the street sees you
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spending your time smashing radios,
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the serial time killer
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Speak so I can hear you
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I wanna know, but the TV's on
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who you robbed today
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our short attentions march in lemming parades
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All in robes,
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And getting old,
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hands raised in clean white clothes
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And no one owes us anything...it's easy
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so banks and lawyers made heaven free
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And sleep
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could raise the dead
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And time
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could have them all marching
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Clean me off, I just want to care again
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Clean me off, I've been digging graves again
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Picture me, giving up
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Time breeds killers
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Picture me, giving up
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Time breeds killers
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The Heart Transplant You Can Afford
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| Gruvis Malt |
