Текст песни The Limits We Set - The Beat
The
only
limits
we
set
What
can
we
get
away
with?
In
that
at
least
we′re
the
same
The
only
way
we
find
of
hiding
the
hurt
we
feel
Is
more
unnecessary
pain
Each
time
you
Draw
in
like
a
breath
It
comes
out
like
a
knife
You
feel
like
offering
yourself
out
Tonight
On
what
a
fight
The
little
you
can
expect
to
get
To
get
from
anyone
else
Makes
you
look
after
number
one
The
only
helping
hand
You'll
ever
be
offered
Is
the
one
at
the
end
of
your
own
arm
Draw
in
like
a
breath
It
goes
tight
like
a
wire
You′re
trying
to
shout
But
your
lungs
are
on
fire
Draw
in
like
a
breath
It
comes
out
like
a
knife
You
feel
like
offering
yourself
Shoplifting
my
little
brother
Shoplifting
my
little
sister
Said
all
you
got
to
do
is
Just
a
forward
through
the
door
But
when
they
come
fe
check
you
out
You
no
come
back
for
more
Shoplifting
my
little
brederen
Shoplifting
my
little
sister
Tell
me
which
one
would
you
prefer
One
hundred
pound
fine
Or
three
months
in
prison
Me
old
cock
sparra?
Shoplifting
shoplifting
Shoplifting,
but
a
shoplifting
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