There's a sword in your side,
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That you'll ignore until blood shows,
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And later on, when it's gone,
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When something's wrong,
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The violence grows and it's designed,
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To spy and try to poke your eyes,
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While laying low.
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Beneath the seven different reasons for satellites,
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Eleven different reasons for fists in fights,
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There's never been a reason for shouting when it's quiet,
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But no-one's ever listening.
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Seven different reasons for satellites,
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Eleven different reasons for fists in fights,
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There's never been a reason for shouting when it's quiet,
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But no-one's ever listening.
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When you need to shout (x3)
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No-one's ever listening
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When you need to shout (x3)
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No-one's ever listening
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And don't go dragging your name,
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Through the mud and the rain,
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When it dries I know some dust that wants to get in your eyes.
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Put a stethoscope on,
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You'll notice the beat is gone,
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All that's left is hesitations from your previous life.
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Don't go dragging your name,
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Through the mud and the rain,
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When it dries I know some dust that wants to get in your eyes.
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Put a stethoscope on,
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You'll notice the beat is gone,
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All that's left is hesitations from your previous life.
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Need To Shout
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