Clothes to us dressed in ironed shirts
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The smoke it fills our homes,
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But its nice to feel it
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Rise up through my bones,
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Take it easy as it goes and laughs the most
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Who ever lights a fire
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No one sweat to break the cold
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No one changed to fit the mould
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Here's a share of what you've heard
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Go spend it in a perfect world, on your own
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Look, you shattered all the walls you built
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Its just an ugly thought
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It doesn't really matter
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And as evening draws your self portrait full of flaws
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And laughs the most
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Whatever keeps it darkest
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No one sweat to break the cold
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No one changed to fit the mould
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Here's a share of what you've heard
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Go spend it in a perfect world, on your own
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Perfect
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Thirteen Senses |