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Born in a free-fall |
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Raised with a primal scream |
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Found unconscious |
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Living out a million dreams |
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Paying for a rainbow |
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With the wages of sin |
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And do whatever it is you do |
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To never fall again |
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And I do think maybe it's an act of |
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GodWhen the dark clouds thunder in your own backyard |
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Then the fools will run and the skies will rain |
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Maybe it's better |
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Hollow man with a purpose living on borrowed time |
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No way to cool these brakes looking for the perfect dream |
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To late for pulling off a coup de' etat on the seventh day |
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When you break it down |
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And spread it out |
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We're all going home together to share the blame |
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So wake up and tear it down, pack it up |
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And get off the train |
