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We'll get older, |
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we'll get bored out of our mind. |
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Get cold shoulders, |
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walk a line. |
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We'll get older, |
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we'll get bored out of our mind. |
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Get cold shoulders, |
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walk a line. |
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We live in the city of norms, |
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spoon-fed from the day that we were born. |
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Yet the clown, |
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he promissed a balloon |
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to get us closer to the moon. |
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When there's hunger at the door |
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we start heading for the stars |
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What we're looking for we can't define, |
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not this time. |
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We'll get older, |
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we'll get bored out of our mind. |
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Get cold shoulders, |
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walk a line. |
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We'll get older, |
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we'll get bored out of our mind. |
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Get cold shoulders, |
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walk a line. |
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We wear this city's uniform |
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and even the hungry girls can't keep our kicks warm. |
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The clown, |
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he sold us a balloon |
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to get us closer to the moon. |
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One day when boredom hits us hard |
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we start heading for the stars. |
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What we're looking for we can't define, |
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like it was Maria who was always on our mind. |
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We'll get older, |
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we'll get bored out of our mind. |
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Get cold shoulders, |
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walk a line. |
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We'll get older, |
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we'll get bored out of our mind. |
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Get cold shoulders, |
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walk a line. |
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We'll get older, |
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we'll get bored out of our mind. |
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Get cold shoulders, |
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walk a line. |