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Oh, there's a place for you. You'd better stay in it. And of course, All you can do is talk about it. Oh, you've got it all. Yes, you've got it all; Yes, you've got it all; You've got it all; It let you down. Now it doesn't seem so simple; That dirt gets everywhere. And your mouth won't get you out of it - Standing naked, standing bare. Oh, you knew it all. Yes, you knew it all; Yes, you knew it all; You knew it all; It let you down. Now see it all burning, Your contract is ashes, Your clean living lovers, Your reasonable wishes, Your timetabled kisses, Your well rehearsed phrases, Your seperate bedrooms, Your forbidden places. You're out on the moorland You're naked and bleeding With no place for shelter And no place to hide in. You're screaming for mercy, Abandoned, forsaken, Screaming for mercy And then you awaken. La, la, la, la.... |