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Dressed in rags,
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Plastic bags.
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I recognise you,
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I know you from before.
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Like slugs on their way
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Across the deadly tar,
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Going for your dreams
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Won't get you very far.
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And is it true?
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Do saints have to end up like you?
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She called you a liar,
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You dropped the hair dryer into the water.
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I thought we'd see
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That sinners end up harmless like me.
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Running out of things to say,
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Running out of grounds to get up every day.
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The trick is to keep lying,
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Put on your brightest smile.
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Run towards the train,
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Play your final game.
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The trick is to keep lying,
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Put on your brightest smile.
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Run towards the train,
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Play your final game.
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I feel sleepy,
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This is creepy.
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My hands are numb.
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Pile the bottles up.
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In Babylon you smile,
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In Babylon you never reach the top.
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Is it true?
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Do saints have to end up like you?
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She called you a liar,
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You dropped the hair dryer into the water.
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I thought we'd see
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That sinners end up harmless like me.
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Running out of things to say,
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Running out of grounds to get up every day.
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(The trick is to keep lying)
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Is it true?
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(Put on your brightest smile)
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(Run towards the train)
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Do saints have to end up like you?
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(Play your final game)
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(The trick is to keep lying)
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She called you a liar,
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(Put on your brightest smile)
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You dropped the hair dryer
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(Run towards the train)
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(Play your final game)
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Into the water.
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(The trick is to keep lying)
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I thought we'd see
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(Put on your brightest smile)
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(Run towards the train)
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That sinners end up harmless like me.
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(Play your final game)
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(The trick is to keep lying)
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Running out of things to say,
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(Put on your brightest smile)
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Running out of grounds to get up every day.
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(Run towards the train)
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(Play your final game)
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(Play your final game)
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_________________
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Name Seen to Run
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Artist Alaska Highway
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Album Attitudes of a Difficult Mind
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