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Fonda's never played a role like this

They knew the bruises start to show

Ducking shells was never my idea

I've tried, but I stopped trying

Sucking hard for sympathy



We've got treatment, we've got city slick

Messages on the hush-hush

Machines can't work, this thing's got

skin

Magazine and liars

Hooks and chains to tear you down



We hold on so tight

But we already know

You flicker, sparkle

You twinkle at me

All bitter and clean

On. Off. On.



We're dull and stupid and we're caged in glass

Keeping tallies, Charts and graphs

So set your hands alight and watch them flap

We can keep on talking

If you can keep on telling lies



We hold on so tight

But we already know

You flicker, sparkle

You twinkle at me

All bitter and clean



We fly high our flags by night

All bored and shredded up

We're keeping you on track

We keep you alive

We're just at your side

On. Off. On.



The cable's frayed, the timber's burned