There is a man with no face
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And a name I don't remember
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Who lives in a house in the middle of the woods
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And he said once "Son, don't you ever laugh out loud for they are listening,
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Yes they are listening
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Oh you've got to be strong
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Oh, you've got to keep holding on
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It's now just a matter of time"
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(Head for the hills, go!)
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They provide the paint for the picture perfect masterpiece
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that you will paint on the insides of your eyelids;
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Can you possibly see anything you want to see?
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No (Hell No!)
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"There's nothing wrong with the way I see"
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and he wanted to be a soldier in the next great war
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he wanted to kill and fight and maim but not be told what he was fighting for
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And that's the way it's going to have to be my friend,
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And that's the way it's going to have to be my friend
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I passed a man on the corner in the city yesterday singing
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"Yada yada yada and tomorrow it'll never end"
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and I never thought I'd never live to see another sunny day
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but I'm here and I fear I'll be here till the end
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So watch your mouth
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Or you're going to make a grave mistake
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Hold your tongue
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Or you're going to catch a bullet in the head
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So watch your mouth
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Or you're going to make a grave mistake
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Don't die for anything less than the best of life
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The things you said went to your head
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But you never tried to understand:
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What they'll take you will never take back what they take when take what they can
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because they can from you
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You follow me and you follow me but you never ask why
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And I wonder what you're under could this be another piece of the
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"I don't know I just do what they say because they say what to do in a matter of fact way"
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But don't stop because you might get burned
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And you might just learn to stand on your own two feet
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And I think that it's neat how you learn to repeat everything
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that you hear in the street so well
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You learn to repeat everything that you hear so well
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You learn to repeat everything that you hear so well
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And everyone was resting because they thought it was the end
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And even if it wasn't they decide they'd pretend
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And somewhere in the distance I could hear him whispering
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"You can fight all you want you'll never win in the end"
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Sometimes in the evening when I'm lying in my bed
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I am taken to the forest to the isolated shed
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And I wake with his words resonating in my head
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And I can't stop thinking about the gist of what he said
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He said:
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So watch your mouth
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Or you're going to make a grave mistake
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Hold your tongue
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Or you're going to catch a bullet in the head
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So watch your mouth
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Or you're going to make a grave mistake
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Don't die for anything less than the best of,
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Everyone settles for the rest not the best of,
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I will die for no less than the best of life
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They Provide The Paint For The Picture-Perfect Masterpiece That You Will Paint On The Insides Of Your Eyelids
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| Streetlight Manifesto |
