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You followed the mouse into its hole and
You decided that hole was home
You didn't care about the sea or
The hairs on the backs of the necks
Of your drowning family
That was fifteen years ago
Petroleum in your footprints and
The dozen scars from past no-goes
And the banks had all closed down
The girls are dressed in razor wire
To keep them from the rogues of this town
We are X, we are Y
But I won't pretend that there's no space
In my chest for a Russian winter
Now rains again
You followed the mouse into its hole
Now you're never coming home
Oh you've got a divining rod
Between two scrawny legs makes me now
Seem holier than thou
X and Y, but I won't pretend that there's no space
In my chest for a Russian winter
Now rains again
There's rooms I can't enter
Snow covers everything
Oh the worst thing is delivering this kind of tone
To the X's and Y's of one of my own
How did we get so old
I'll never get over this
We are X, we are Y
But I won't pretend that there's no space
In my chest...