Son, you've got a way to fall
They'll tell you where to go
But they won't know
Son, you'd better take it all
They'll tell you what they know
But they won't show
Oh, I've got something in my throat
I need to be alone
While I suffer
Son, you've got a way to kill
They're picking on you still
But they don't know
Son, you'd better wait to shine
They'll tell you what is yours
But they'll take mine
Oh, I've got something in my throat
I need to be alone
While I suffer
Oh, there's a hole inside my boat
I need to stay afloat
For the summer long
Left my sweet soul
Beneath the bedclothes
I'm not coming down
Walls have ears
But no-one hears
When nobody's around
Son, you'd better wait to fall
They'll tell you where to go
But they won't know
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