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I'll teach you everything that I know now, Eddie
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If you really want to take the time
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But don't expect to get answers to anything, Eddie
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There is just one thing I've learned
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Through everything that I've done and tried
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Everything I have justified
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It's all vanity, all vanity - we try to have control
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It's all vanity, all vanity 'cause Chaos rules it all
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I always drive like a madman, Eddie
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But you'll soon get used to that
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I believe if you're moving fast enough, Eddie
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You don't ever have to watch your back
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I choose solid ground to make my stands
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I stay off the streets at closing time
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It's all vanity, all vanity - we try to have control
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It's all vanity, all vanity 'cause Chaos rules it all
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Remember how it was out at Bunglass
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We climbed up to the peak and stood against the rocks
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The photographs came - you couldn't see us
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We were lost against the mountains like specks of dust
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And the mirror never lies, it's just these foolish eyes
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And we all see what we want to see
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What we need to see, what we have to see
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And so will you do just the same one day, Eddie
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I've been to that place a thousand times
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Looked over the edge so many times
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Wanted to jump a thousand times
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Well we talk about saving the world now, Eddie
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It's our vanity gone mad
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She'll survive us all perfectly well
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When we're all long buried and dead
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Clever monkeys with technology
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Barely out of the caves and the trees
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It's all vanity, all vanity - we try to have control
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It's all vanity, all vanity 'cause Chaos rules it all
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Eddie now let it go . . .
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I turn my head away from here
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Down towards the rolling seas again
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I kneel and worship where I can
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The ground comes swirling up and through these veins . . .
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Name Vanity
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Artist New Model Army
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Album Impurity
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