The Latest Toughs

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[Verse 1]

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All the latest toughs, you've got to shrug them off or shut them off
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With ten-thousand-time-told truths, you've still got to ask for proof, ask for proof,
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because if you're dying to be led they'll lead you up the hill in chains to their popular 
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refrains
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Until your slaughter's been arranged, my little lamb, and it's much too late to talk
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the knife out of their hands

[Verse 2]
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Well, I woke up on a foggy morning. Hiding from the sun, he was hiding from the sun
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But it came out and it shot its rays down. Burning everyone, it was burning everyone
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But they were dying, anyway, to turn to ash, to feel their feelings flash and finally fade away
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In a fabulous and fiery display

[Instrumental]
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[Verse 3]
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Look, though, I don't know what notes you want to hear played
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I can't think what lines you'd like me to sing or say, and I'm not sure what subjects you 
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want mentioned
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So pause and add your own intentions. Let's pause and add our own, let's pause and add our own
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let's pause and add our own intentions, right now

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          Em              Gm
You were hiding from the sun

[Verse 4]
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All the latest toughs, well, we have seen that stuff
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And we have seen enough blood in dying coughs, which means that we have lost
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We have lost, and if you're crying to be tossed they'll toss you down the oubliette with 
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all the old things
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that You let yourself forget because you'd like to love a star who'd throw you down below the 
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ground
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 he thinks you are