High like crows, hair like bros,
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Seeking my scene, everything was good.
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All made up, yeah I've drawn the lines;
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Even steak don't cry, if you seal it right.
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And what am I crying about?
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Well, I can see the Don.
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Uh-huh.
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I'm gonna get my honour back,
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Brawl it out, into town.
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Ask me what I'm on about,
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I dunno, figure it out.
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Lights shining bright,
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are you afraid of the dark?
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Uh-huh.
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And looking down, looking down on you,
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Looking down, looking down on me,
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I saw my northern light,
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But, it goes out
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And on the busy street,
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The general apathy,
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Washed over me;
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I gotta make it out
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From beat to beat,
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We find our own melody,
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It's natural, it's a prerogative.
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Light a fire, let it burn for you,
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Order sides and a beast for two.
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I'm not sure what you're waiting on,
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When you're winding up that radio,
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When, all my life, all my life,
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I can see the Don.
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A woman lies. What am I?
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Help me God, hearts lie.
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Eat 'em up, evil eye,
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Looking so evil,
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Looking down, looking down on you,
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Looking down, looking down on me,
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What's the point in life?
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But, it goes on.
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On the busy street,
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The general apathy
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Washed over me;
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I gotta make it out.
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From beat to beat,
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We find our own melody;
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It's natural. It's a prerogative.
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Lie upon me, kiss and breathe,
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Born of the time under the gaze.
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Want a medal, start a war.
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He's looking down, looking down on you,
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Looking down, looking down on me,
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All of my things that I don't want,
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All of the things that I don't need
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Are weighing me down,
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Are weighing me down,
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But, it goes on.
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On the busy street,
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The general apathy
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Washed over me,
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I gotta make it out.
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From beat to beat,
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We find our own melody;
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It's natural. It's a prerogative.
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Beat To Beat
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| The Jezabels |
