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When your life has all been token |
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And your stance is akin to broken hearts |
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You've grown weary - i'm not weary |
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I can take your part |
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It's eye-open time, sailor |
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When they want you to pretend |
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You were inside that playground |
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You may be old - but not so old |
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That i can't see |
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See your old freinds and it's as fresh as dew |
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But see what's new and it's all the same to you |
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Now i'm not choosy and i'm just half grown |
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I took the old man - i gave the old man |
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I took the old man back home |
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Safe with us to serenade |
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To hang around your black scarf and black ways |
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I have "no idea" he said, "no idea of what i'll do" |
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And talking less - it chases home |
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It chases dreams - but i have really no reason, no goal and so |
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If you "wanna" play real basic |
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If you "wanna" help us make it |
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Don't forget you're alone |
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Unless it's all alone |
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Don't forget you're alone |
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Unless it's all alone |
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You get preyed upon |
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Ohh oh |
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I need to complicate you |
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To make you hate the things you might have done |
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And come out into the morning |
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It's the sun you want |
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Not the foreign time |
