I see The Sword of Damocles
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is right above your head
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They're trying a new treatment
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to get you out of bed
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But radiation kills both bad and good
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it can not differentiate
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So to cure you they must kill you
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the Sword of Damocles hangs above your head
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Now I have seen lots of people die
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from car crashes or drugs
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Last night on 33rd st.
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I saw a kid get hit by a bus
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But this drawn out torture over which part of you lives
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is very hard to take
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To cure you they must kill you
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the Sword of Damocles above your head
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That mix of morphine and dexedrine
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we use it on the street
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It kills the pain and keeps you up
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your very soul to keep
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But this guessing game has its own rules
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the good don't always win
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And might makes right
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the Sword of Damocles is hanging above your head
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It seems everything's done that must be done
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from over here though things don't seem fair
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But there are things that we can't know
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maybe there's something over there
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Some other world that we don't know about
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I know you hate that mystic shit
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It's just another way of seeing
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the Sword of Damocles above your head
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Sword Of Damocles - Externally
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| Lou Reed |
