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Waiting on and on |
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Dismount into another |
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No gashes on the road tonight |
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Nothing to complain about |
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Life is beautiful |
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When the sky |
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When the sky |
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It doesn't resemble the pale |
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It doesn't resemble the pale |
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[Chorus] |
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Calling it eye contact |
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The population of this rock |
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Stretching legs, Stretching legs |
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In this familiar shell |
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Gaining years |
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Gaining years |
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Trying to convince the mob |
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With their glowing eyes |
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That the silhouettes in the window are writhing |
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With morales, and ideals! |
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[Chorus] |
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Calling it eye contact |
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The population of this rock |
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Spit acid, spit acid from their lips |
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Into your eyes |
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What will we do? |
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Without a smile from conversations |
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That carry |
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That carry |
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That carry ambitions away |
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They'll catch up to us |
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Even though we still have a long way to go, now |
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They'll catch up to us |
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Even though we still have a long way to go, now! |
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[Chorus] |
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Calling it eye contact |
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The population of this rock |
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Spit acid, spit acid from their lips |
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Into your eyes |
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writhing morales, ideals |
