Loose tie-rods and a fire full of coal
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blowing smoke out the ears
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As I head for the hole
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without a ten-foot pole
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I don't like the feel of being
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out of control
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You knew the reason but you let it start
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This vice would be your end
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And now the end has come
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You're feeling really dumb
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You deserve it but
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You had no choice
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It falls apart,
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in little pieces on the floor
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too wild to keep together
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so you want it more
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It falls apart, falls apart, falls apart
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You talked a bluestreak, but you never gave
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Go ahead, crawl in the cave
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And now the end has come
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You're feeling really dumb
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You deserve it but
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You had no choice
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It falls apart,
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in little pieces on the floor
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too wild to keep together
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so you want it more
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It falls apart, falls apart, falls apart
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It Falls Apart
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| The Odds |
