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So you travel 'round this country |
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You're looking for your holy ghost. |
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And what you gonna find |
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Is it's somewhere, you like to hide. |
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So you run around your ego, you run around your gold coast. |
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You know you got the time |
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Because this prison is our own design. |
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So you thinkin' of our future, |
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You're thinkin' of some old past. |
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And it's your time to shine, |
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So what you're gonna go and leave behind? |
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And there's no one left to be in with and there's nothing left downstairs. |
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When you feel despair, what's your method to get outta there? |
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So where you from, son? |
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And are you a troubled one? |
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And if so, come under my wings. |
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Now what's your story? |
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And is there gory (?to age?) |
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That's the only way out there. |
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So you run around this earth-top, you run around your head (?miles?), |
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And what you wanna find is peace of mind, |
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Or what you can't describe. |
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And it's definitely somethin', it's definitely somewhere, |
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You know the signs are there. |
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Call(ing) it a fable, would be unfair. |
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So where you from, girl? |
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And will you paint my world? |
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And if so, crawl underneath my wings. |
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So what's your story? |
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And is it (?blurry today?) ' |
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Cause that's the only way out there. |
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COME ON! M |
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Y LOVE! CO |
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ME ON! MY |
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LOVE! Whoa-ooh-ohh, yeah. [rpt] |
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Nanananana. |
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Whoa-ooh-ohh, yeah. [rpt 2x] |
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Oh nanananana. |
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Whoa-ooh-ohh, yeah. [rpt] |
