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Raine Maida - The Hunters Lullaby - The Less I Know
The Hunters Lullaby
01. Careful What You Wish For
02. Sex Love and Honey
03. Yellow Brick Road
04. The Less I Know
05. Earthless
06. The Snake and the Crown
07. Confessional
08. China Doll
09. Rat Race
10. One Second Chance
Caught between the stars and underground
I'm climbing up just to get back down
My lips are moving, but make no sound
Don't leave me here this way

Oh God, what did I do?
I had nine lives, now I only got two
Tried to call, couldn't get through
I wrote a letter, did it get to you?
It said, "Dear God, life ain't kind
People livin', people dyin'
I'm puttin' all my money on hope
The more I learn, the less I know"

Caught between the stars and underground
I'm climbing up just to get back down
My lips are moving, but make no sound
Don't leave me here this way

Let it go
(You're the most amazing thing)

Oh no, how do you breathe?
How do you love when it's he or she?
I got one hand takin' the fifth
And one hand makin' a fist and
Oh God, what do I do?
I said, "Oh God, I'm talkin' to you"
The past, the future, the future, the past
You think you're lookin' forward, but you're really looking back

Caught between the stars and underground
I'm climbing up just to get back down
My lips are moving, but make no sound
Don't leave me here this way

This is all the punches that we take
This is making love and sleeping late
This is all the money that we make
That we save for that holiday
This is standing up, not backing down
And this is all the tears of a clown
And this is all the gold that was sold
At the end of the rainbow

These are ladies screaming, filthy liberty laying in pieces
On a rack to American Airlines, four thousand back to stateside
All's calm and quiet in the cargo hold
And the in-flight movie is silent, fold to capacity
Sadly, the only frequent flyer's a pilot
Paris in jail on Nightline
But still, no body bags on primetime

Stuff words in our mouths if you want
But we know who helped to build this place
We love our freedom, too
That's why we march, why we say

New York City to San Jose
Truths on now, truths don't say
Time for the drop of the king and his crown
Grant him a pardon, let him right out
Time for the drop of the king and his crown
Grant him a pardon, send in the clowns
Send in the clowns, send in the clowns
(Send in the clowns, send in the clowns)

(You're the most amazing thing)

(You're the most amazing thing)