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We live on cartoons and Fridays |
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We travel wishing on the moon |
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We breathe on tiptoes and my ways |
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We get our legacies too soon |
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And we could dine out on Sunday |
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Or we could swim in acid rain |
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Where did we go? |
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How did we learn that trade? |
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No peace of mind, no home |
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Where did we go? |
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How did we learn that trade? |
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No peace of mind, no home |
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No faith or virtue |
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We live on safe regulation |
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No sense of chaos in the dance |
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No grandiose conversation |
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No sense of wasting any chance |
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We could dine out on Sunday |
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Or we could swim in acid rain |
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Where did we go? |
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How did we learn that trade? |
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No peace of mind, no home |
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Where did we go? |
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How did we learn that trade? |
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No peace of mind, no home |
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No faith or virtue |
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We should rise in the morning |
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Like being carried through the ranks |
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We wear the skin we were born in |
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Believing messages of thanks |
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And we could dine out on Sunday |
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Or we could swim in acid rain |
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Where did we go? |
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How did we learn that trade? |
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No peace of mind, no home |
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Where did we go? |
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How did we learn that trade? |
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No peace of mind, no home |
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No faith or virtue |
