| I see the Sword of Damocles is right above your head
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| They’re trying a new treatment to get you out of bed
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| But really, issue kills both, bad and good
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| It cannot differentiate
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| So to cure you they must kill you
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| The sword of Damocles hangs above your head
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| Nanananananana, nanananananana naa
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| Nanananananana, nanananananana naa
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| I’ve seen lots of people die from carcrashes or drugs
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| Last night on 33rd street I saw a kid hit by a bus
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| But this drawn out torture which party you live is very hard to take
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| To cure you they must kill you
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| The sword of Damocles hangs above your head
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| Nanananananana, nanananananana naa
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| Nanananananana, nanananananana naa
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| That mix of morphine and dexetrene we use it on the street
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| It kills the pain and keeps you up, you’re very sort of keen
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| But this guessing game, has it some rules, the good don’t always win
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| And my, makes right the sword of Damocles is hanging above your head
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| Nanananananana, nanananananana naa
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| Nanananananana, nanananananana naa
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| It seems everything’s done, it must be done
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| From overhere those things don’t seem fair
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| But there are things that we can’t know
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| Maybe there’s something over there
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| Some other world that we don’t know about
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| I know you hate that mystic shit
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| It’s just another way to see in the sword to Damocles above your head
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| Nanananananana, nanananananana naa
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| Nanananananana, nanananananana naa
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| Nanananananana, nanananananana naa
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| Nanananananana, nanananananana naa |