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Lyric Forcefield


stand outside with a suitcase
(there s a forcefield round my neck)
walk around all the while
(and it stands just where I sat)
look at the people driving backwards
(and the stance I took on that)
no particular style
(leaves that forcefield round my back)

don t let it get near you
don t let it get too close
don t let it turn you into
(and the stance I took on that)
the things you hate the most
(leaves a forcefield round my neck)

roll out your silver-dollar coffins
pull out your buckskin gloves
tell them anything you want to
the sound comes from above

don t let it get near you
don t let it get too close
don t let it turn you into
(and the stance I took on that)
the things you hate the most
(leaves a forcefield round my neck)

don t let it get near you
don t let it get too close
don t let it turn you into
the things you hate the most

(there s a forcefield round my neck)
(and it stands just where I sat)
(and the stance I took on that)
(leaves a forcefield round my neck)
(there s a forcefield round my neck)
(and it stands just where I ve set)
(and the stance I took on that)
(leaves a forcefield round my neck)
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