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KNIVES IN OUR POCKETS
V1
Don’t want the one in the right or the wrong,
I want the one in the middle.
Don’t want the metal I want the plastic.
‘Cos only fire is the giver of freedom,
Want you to melt like a trophy.
Give me the way out at introduction.
Don’t want the one in the fight or the throng,
I want the one under the streetlight.
Send me Pariah, I’ll take her in.
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And We’ll carry knives in our pockets
Oh We’ll carry knives in our pockets
It’s easier to fail and go home.
We’ll carry knives in our pockets
Oh We’ll carry knives in our pockets
A little bit of grief then go home.
V2
Could have a million and one little parlés
With all your movers and shakers,
Pollute a blood cell with every word.
Send invitations to every party,
We’ll make planes and swans,
Gotta do something useful with the inclusion.
Give me your sadness over any trivia,
Give me your ruinous opinions.
I’ll shut up as you put this country to rights.
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released March 15, 2013
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