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Well you watched the sun, |
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Gazed a star, and it won't be long |
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It won't be long |
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Before you rust, come try your luck |
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It's just a plan, |
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Kafka said |
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Well careless driver steps on the brake |
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Better love the envy that you create |
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Better watch yourself |
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Watch yourself |
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Are you ready or not, maybe let's go |
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Kick your head back and watch it in slow-mo |
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For all you pretty ones, ya hum along in oblivion |
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Afraid to be alone, all made up to be someone |
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Oh, you pretty ones, fade away and come undone |
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Got to find a better way, to mold your skin or so they say |
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That's right |
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Such lofty hymns, a kiss to the wind |
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And take good care, like you ever cared |
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It's bittersweet and a kiss goodnight |
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Elevator to the bright side of life |
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That's all you know, the story goes |
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Tightropes walking much tripping on clovers |
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Disillusion yourself from your brothers |
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For all you pretty ones, ya hum along in oblivion |
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Afraid to be alone, you're all made up to be someone |
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Oh, you pretty ones, you fade away and come undone |
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You've got to find a better way, to mold your skin or so they say |
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That's right |
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Oh that's right |
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Yeah, are you ready or not, maybe let's go |
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Kick your head back and watch it in slow-mo |
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For all you pretty ones, ya hum along in oblivion |
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Afraid to be alone, all made up to be someone |
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Oh, you pretty ones, you fade away and come undone |
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Got to find a better way, to mold your skin or so they say |
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To mold your skin or so they say |
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To mold your skin or so they say |
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That's right |
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That's right |
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That's right |