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i know you think you deserve
an explanation on the meanings of life
but what you think that you heard
slipped away out the back of your mind

you get your mucky fingers burned
you get your truth from the lies you were learned
and all your plastic believers
still leave us and they won't return (walk on)

and as you look in that mirror
and your tying up your buttons and bows
and as you face your disease
you can squeeze into the emperors clothes

you found your god in a paperback
you get your history from the union jack
and all your brothers and sisters
have gone and they wont come back

fed up with life in this city
cos all the phonies are blowin my mind
when i'm gone, yeah, you look like you miss me
so come along with me, don't ask why

'it's all mine'...

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