Whistleblower

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I came down here to sell the drugs you hid beneath your bed
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I came down here to bend my crooked soul
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And I wish you'd have the decency to tell me what they said
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'Cause trouble walks beside me, as you know

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Oh and if I was a fighter, then a fighter I would be
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But the more I fight, the more I'm fought
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Oh and if I was a sailor, I would sail across the sea
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But the more I dream, the more I know I'm not

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The cats upon the rooftops weep, the winter stole the sun
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The hour's™s come of which the poets feed
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And I guess that I must stab the eye of someone who's in charge
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I say; the more I stab, the less I bleed

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Oh and if I was a painter, I would paint the snow all green
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I'd stroke the sky to cover up the grey
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Oh and if I was a waiter, I'd be waiting for the spring
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'Cause trouble walks beside me everyday

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Well, I guess that I could love you even when my heart is faint
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But I did not come to kiss your broken bones
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You'll hear the sound of thunder traveling through the wind
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The whistleblower's come to claim his home

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Oh and if I was a drinker, I would drink away the blue
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But the more I drink, the thirstier I get
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Oh and if I was a runner, I would run my way to you
         G                 Em              F
But this trouble's not gonna let me forget

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