Windows are shut.
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Shades have been pulled down.
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Mission accomplished before it got off the ground.
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I'm wearing a wire.
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You're screeching the tires.
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We're kissing the liars.
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We're playing with fire.
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Ears are down to the ground so we can hear them coming now.
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And it's not like we've got all the time in the world.
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And our toes, they are soaked in this dirty water.
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So, so why'd you go?
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Why'd you have to turn the lights out?
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Well, I guess that's what you get.
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It appears we've come to late.
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The dam is breaking we're to blame.
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And we're all knee deep in dirty water, this dirty water.
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Now our threads are soaking wet.
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But, I guess that's what you get.
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We're up to our necks in dirty water, this dirty water.
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Drag the skeletons from your closet.
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And bury them under the driveway.
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No more swimming in dirty water.
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We knock on windows.
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Throw rocks at windows.
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We break the windows then we hit the ground, hit the ground.
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The Pros Of Being A Con Artist
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So Many Dynamos |