Such a rage, you inspired.
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Like we¡¯re hauling land through the air.
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Like the selfish men, we enquired.
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Like the falling tree, we¡¯re not there.
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And there¡¯s something in your eyes.
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Like there¡¯s a Molotov inside.
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And the fools will have your gold
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And throw sticks until you¡¯re old.
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Coming out to get you, setting up a trap
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You dive, you dive, you dive, you dive.
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Jumping over mountains, running over fire
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You hide, you hide, you hide, you hide.
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Such a rage, you inspired.
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Like we¡¯re hauling land through the air.
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Like the selfish man, I¡¯m tired.
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Like the falling tree, I wasn¡¯t there.
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And there¡¯s something in your eyes.
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Like there¡¯s a Molotov inside.
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And the fools will have your head
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And throw stones until you¡¯re dead.
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Count your stars, kick the tires.
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Kill two birds, with your eyes.
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Gather time, in your mind.
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Count to three and start again.
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Hold the truth in your arms
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Make a wish on your terms
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Kick the saints from your town
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Count to three and start again.
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I¡¯m tired¡¦.
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We're Hauling Land Through The Air
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