Black Swan

What will grow crooked, you can't make straight It's the price that you've gotta pay Do yourself a favour and pack your bags Buy a ticket and get on the train Buy a ticket and get on the train 'Cause this is fucked up, fucked up 'Cause this is fucked up, fucked up People get crushed like biscuit crumbs And laid down in the bitumen You have tried your best to please everyone But it just isn't happening No, it just isn't happening And that is fucked up, fucked up Well, this is fucked up, fucked up This is your blind spot, blind spot (ooh) It should be obvious, but it's not (ah) You cannot kick-start a dead horse You just cross yourself and walk away I don't care what the future holds 'Cause I'm right here and I'm today With your fingers, you can touch me I am your black swan, black swan (But I made it to the top, but I made it to the top) And this is fucked up, fucked up We are black swans, black swans (But I made it to the top, but I made it to the top) And for spare parts, we're broken up You are fucked up, fucked up This is fucked up, fucked up We are black swans, black swans And for spare parts, we're broken up

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