Up in the light
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Holding the knife
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So quickly
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Out of the morn
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fighting for sun
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So quickly
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Dead in the night
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In the dead of night
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Biding you time away
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In the light of the glow
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All alone, All alone
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It's a box so cold
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The box don't know
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You've balked at signs
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And chalked the lines
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And sold for fineness
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Sold you kindness
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for hounds
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Dig the holes
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In your hands
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Wedded to lies
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Of the favorite Child
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In a manner to shun Your cot away
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Now the bed of the swine
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Has the room for all mine
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In the city That drowns the life away
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Me in the middle
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Harbored from the dogs
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on a random hideaway
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In the madness of rome
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With the body to show
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It's the box So cold
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The box still knows
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You've been up at times
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You've been hiding times
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I've been short at times
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I've been shown your times
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When you come
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and your body's
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Away
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Your holding
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Your times
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On the tame
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And You Can't
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Understand
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What we say
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Wedded to lies
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Of the favorite Child
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In a manner to shun your cot away
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Now the bed of the swine
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Has the room for all mine
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In the city that drowns the life away
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In the shadow of sores
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We will march with the bores
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To the drainage that marks the tidalwave
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George Michael
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