One, two, three, four!
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I was kidnapped real young by the sweet taste of love
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Built a fondness for things that just weren't good enough
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I cradled the crow, always shooed off the dove
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Which tagged me a naive son
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So the fortunate kids, yeah they left on their lights
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And they stuck up their noses and started some fights
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Their parents all cackled at dirt on my hands
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While my father was slaving, my mother explained it
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Sometimes that's just how it is
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So my sister went kissing a maple-skinned boy
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Finally held up her fists, said "I'm done being coy!"
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And the neighbourhood, bored, started buzzing with joy
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We finally had front-page news
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Although it was sad, I couldn't help but laugh
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Such ridiculous hate in the hot summer sweat
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I laid on my back, let the punk record spin
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The sloppy guitar, it was shooting out stars
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It all went to my heart, yeah some rainbows in the dark
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So I called up danger, my friends and some strangers
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They stumbled and wavered, but caught me a saviour
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They slipped me the blood in the whole of the vial
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But I didn't feel them change
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Then I met a man with a fist for a hand
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Held me flat on my back, taught me how to give in
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Some phrases were shot, pretty roses got tossed
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The gift of a fat-lipped grin
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Now they're drilling my teeth while I'm soiling sheets
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With my lover, she's counting the diamonds on rings
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And even when truth doesn't help with the sting
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Out of no numbers, some harsh looking colour
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You pull them out, feel they're changed
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No need for a thousand cranes
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So I thank the city, the lights that it's spinning
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The friends that I have and the shoes we¡¯re not shining
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The drunk horn¡¯s so violent, all spinning out sounds
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But the colour¡¯s so vibrant , the colour¡¯s so loud
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The newly-born crying realizing what life is
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The eyes of my grandfather right before dying
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The see-saw of all, its rickety bounce
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The feeling of coming, the feeling of going
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The mother, the child, the tame and the wild
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The sleeping in minor, the gold leaf, the tire
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The crooked, the straight, all the hip and the fake
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Oh, I'm finally feeling the stitching of beautiful seams
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Sometimes you just can't hold back the river
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Sometimes you just can't hold back the river
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Sometimes you just can't hold back the river
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Sometimes you just can't hold back the river
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Hold back the river, hold back the river, hold back the river
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Rainbows In The Dark
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Tilly And The Wall |