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You want one more night |
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You want nine more lives |
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You need hearing eyes |
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You need cleaner strides |
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You want grand and picturesque |
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You crave temper passion rest |
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You want youth and many souls all made of gold |
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I have built the boat to get me out of here so I set the sails of misery |
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What we have |
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Is like the falling rain |
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We got someone to blame |
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What we want |
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Will always be the same |
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We are part of the game |
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And no one wants to be in mediocrity |
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You want just another dame |
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You want all in all aflame |
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You have acres of their love |
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You have what is not enough |
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You want grand and picturesque |
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You crave temper passion rest |
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You want youth and many souls all made of |
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What we have |
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Is like the falling rain |
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We got someone to blame |
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What we want |
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Will always be the same |
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We are part of the game |
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Always greener, always more |
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What you have is such a bore |
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Never-ending seeking more |
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It's a wonder that we ignore |
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Always greener, always more |
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What you have is such a bore |
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Never-ending seeking more |
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It's a wonder that we ignore |
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And no one wants to be in mediocrity |