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It's like we just can't help ourselves |
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Cause we don't know how to back down |
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We were called out to the streets |
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We were called out into the towns |
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How the heaven's they opened up |
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Like arms of dazzling gold |
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With our rain washed histories |
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When we're do not need to be told |
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Show me now |
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Show me the arms aloft |
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Every eye trained on a different star |
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This magic, this drunken semaphore |
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We are listening and we're not blind |
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This is your life, this is your time |
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We are listening and we're not blind |
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This is your life, this is your time |
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I was called out in the dark |
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By a choir of beautiful cheats |
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As the kids took back the parks |
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You and I were left with the streets |
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Show me now |
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Show me the arms aloft |
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Every eye trained on a different star |
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This magic, this drunken semaphore |
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We are listening and we're not blind |
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This is your life, this is your time |
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We are listening and we're not blind |
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This is your life, this is your time |
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We are listening and we're not blind |
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This is your life, this is your time |
