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A new decade |
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The radio plays the sounds we made |
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And everything seems to feel just right |
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Coming through your lonely mind |
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Well, I've seen things |
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That scarred and bruised and left me blind |
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So come on, listen along with me |
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I think you need a little company |
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And how long will |
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I run for? |
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Who am I running from? |
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And it makes sense |
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The youth coming up and making you dance' |
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Cause I've got some living inside of me |
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So come on, |
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I could use the company |
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And how long will |
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I run for? |
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Who am I running from? |
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But now I've seen my face |
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In a cardboard wall |
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Nobody comes, nobody calls |
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How long will |
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I run for? |
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Who am I running from? |
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And teenage tears sting my eyeballs |
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In a town where |
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I wasn't born |
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And I will never suffer |
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So come on, come on, come on |
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But now I see my face |
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In a cardboard wall |
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Nobody comes, nobody calls |
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If you're looking for me |
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I'm there and it's you |
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If you're looking for me |
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Out there and it's true |
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If you're looking for me |
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I'll be looking for you |
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If you're looking for me |
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Then I'm looking for you |
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If you're looking for me |
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Then I'm looking for you |
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If you're looking for me |
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Then I'm looking for you |
