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| 1. |
| 2:29 | 
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| 2. |
| 4:38 | 
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You walk
I'll run And follow right behind you You call I'll come And I won't remember where I come from Over there At the end of the bar This fish keeps swimming In a jar I feel A tug on the line Which end Will I be on this time? Don't box me in Don't box me in One day I'll show them Just what I'm made of The'll be A time When I won't remember what I was afraid of And I'll be swimming In the sea No banging on this glass For me My eyes saw red When my world turned blue So I'm leaving Everyting that's true And I'll jump into A brand new skin And then you won't be able To box me in Don't box me in Don't box me in Don't box me in Let go! There's a few places 'round That I've never been There's an ocean out there That I gotta swim There's a river that flows Right past my door I wonder... I wonder... What?! And if sometimes I can't seem to talk You'll know this blackboard lacks A piece of chalk Don't box me in I told you not to Don't box me in Don't box me in Don't box me in Let go! |
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| 3. |
| 3:40 |
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| 4. |
| 3:32 |
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| 5. |
| 4:28 |
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| 6. |
| 4:13 |
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| 7. |
| 2:55 |
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| 8. |
| 3:06 |
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| 9. |
| 1:21 |
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| 10. |
| 1:08 |
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| 11. |
| 4:04 |
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| 12. |
| 5:50 |
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Barber
Get this mirror cleaned I'm troubled by the face I see before me As we shave our nations face Keep a steady hand Listen to these words that soon will ring across the land Wield the Spade Ready the blade Sacrifices must be made There are many fools who dare propose imposing limits on my power Those ungrateful who've been swayed by intellectuals in their ivory towers They will pay for crimes that God and I will not allow Some before the firing squad and some behind the plough Wield the spade Barber Get this mirror cleaned I'm troubled by the face I see before me Be careful not to miss a whisker Soon I face my people who adore me As you shave our nations face Keep a steady hand Listen to these words that soon will ring across the land Wield the spade Ready the blade Sacrifices must be made Barber You've done very well Much cleaner now The mirror's telling no lies I know I'm not imagining the telltale glint of death I see in your eyes I can't trust you So I must do something with my knife It's a shame to lose a damn good barber But that's life Wield the spade Ready the blade Sacrifices must be made |
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| 13. |
| 3:05 |
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| 14. |
| 4:01 |
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| 15. |
| 1:42 |
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| 16. |
| 2:11 |
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| 17. |
| 5:34 |
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| 18. |
| 2:32 |
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| 19. |
| 1:57 |
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| 20. |
| 3:56 |
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| 21. |
| 1:04 |
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