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You're thinking on your feet |
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As you're marching to a beat |
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That has sold you down the street |
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Straight into the red |
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You see numbers in your head |
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As you crawl into your bed |
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And look just where it's led |
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Straight into the red |
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Wasn't it sweet how everybody shared |
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The same delusion |
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Falling asleep perchance to dream away |
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All their confusion |
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And never wake up |
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And never wake up |
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And never wake up |
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It wasn't in the script |
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Who'd be paying for this trip |
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As the needle starts to clip |
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Straight into the red |
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Wasn't it sweet how everybody shared |
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The same delusion |
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Falling asleep perchance to dream away |
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All their confusion |
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And never wake up |
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And never wake up |
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And never wake up |
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And never wake up |
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And never wake up |
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Never wake up |
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Wasn't it sweet how everybody shared |
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The same delusion |
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Falling asleep perchance to dream away |
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All their confusion |
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And never wake up |
