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The scent of the wide world |
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In concrete and glass |
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Compels your amazement |
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Until you're numb |
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How long will you marvel |
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Before you sign in? |
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The gates are wide open |
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And here you come |
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You give yourself away |
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For nothing |
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You give yourself away |
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For a stereotype |
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There's no call for help I won't come running |
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Too late to recognize you |
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They get you connected |
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To dreams off the rack |
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The choice between leader |
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And copycat |
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You may bask in rivers |
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Of wine to blank out |
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The tick of the time bomb |
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Placed in your head |
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You give yourself away |
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For nothing |
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You give yourself away |
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For a stereotype |
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There's no call for help I won't come running |
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Too late to recognize you |
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You think this is the path to freedom |
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A chance to leave |
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A path to freedom |
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It's not! |
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It's not! |
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You think this is the path to freedom |
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A chance to leave |
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A path to freedom |
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It's not! |
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It's not! |
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Some go to take part |
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Others just to witness how hard |
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You try |
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You try |
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You try |
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You try |