| There’s a crack
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| In the handle of a coronation cup
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| That I once brought back
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| From the study trip in Athens
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| Where we plated my hair
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| And I put eyeliner on
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| Until they stopped in the street
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| And pointed at me
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| And I felt only pride
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| For the first time in my life
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| There’s a warm warm rain
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| Upon a hotel balcony
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| Where we looked out upon
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| A darkening sea
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| And the light, and the light
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| Down on the Mediterranean
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| Burned like candles in the memory
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| Of all the things that we mislaid
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| On our way here
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| Why did Nirvana ever
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| Bother to play here
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| Hey there
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| I don’t want to stay here
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| I decree there is a higher plane
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| Some place of little consequence
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| That I might see your face again
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| Before the living and the dead
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| Are reunited
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| And this town
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| This town is killing me now
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| I can’t believe I waited so long
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| From the shopping trolleys
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| On the river bend
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| To the sound of the bassbins booming
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| Can I see your face
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| In this acid light
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| Of another suburban evening
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| As I roll my eyes up
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| To these dirty skies
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| And count the days
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| Til I’ll be leaving
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| I decree there is a higher plane
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| Some place of little consequence
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| When I might see your face again
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| Before the living and the dead
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| Are reunited
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| And what is love
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| What is love in the time of ecstasy
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| And bare knuckle fighting
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| Lord, won’t you deliver me
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| From the wave machine
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| And the transparent bikini
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| Like isn’t there some skeleton
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| On me I should find
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| That I might vanquish
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| Please, won’t you listen to me
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| Your unfaithful servant’s
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| Filthy fucking language
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| I decree there is a higher plane
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| Some place of little consequence
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| When I might see your face again
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| Before the living and the dead
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| Are reunited
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| And what is love
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| What is love in the time of ecstasy
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| And bare knuckle fighting
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| Don’t tell me that he died for that
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| Counselor forgive me for I knew not
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| What I vandalized
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| Don’t tell me that he died for that
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| Take me down to the paradise club
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| Where the girls are drunk and over sized
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| Don’t tell me that he died for that
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| And there’s a crack
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| In the handle of a coronation cup
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| That I once brought back
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| I decree there is a higher plane
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| Some place of little consequence |