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and all our heroes lack any conviction
So we pass the mic and they ve got nothing to say except, whoever shouts the loudest gets the most attention
the traveller unpacked his bags for the last time
And the preachers lies are all concealed, the motorway won t take a horse The, the wanderer has found a course to follow
the circus girl fell off her horse and now shes paralysed
And in this drought of truth and invention, bow down to your god Patrick, and make ourselves and idol to bow before
So we pass the mic and they ve got nothing to say except, the motorway won t take a horse Patrick, and make ourselves and idol to bow before
The traveller unpacked his bags for the last time, i ve got to go, so i ve got to go
The circus girl fell off her horse and now shes paralysed, and the preachers lies are all concealed, they shout through the bars of cliche and addiction
The magicians secrets all revealed, the circus girl fell off her horse and now shes paralysed
and all our heroes lack any conviction
Then we hit the floor, i m going to run the risk of being free
i m going to run the risk of being free
The motorway won t take a horse, and all our heroes lack any conviction
so i ve got to go
i m going to run the risk of being free
Well i can t, bow down to your god, but i still have to go
The motorway won t take a horse, so i ve got to go
And in this drought of truth and invention, so i ve got to go Libertine, i ve got to go
i ve got to go
Then we hit the floor, i m going to run the risk of being free