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And your days are numbered |
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And your hands are looking younger |
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You got a hole in you the size of the moon |
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You got a hole in you big enough to get you through |
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To where you'll never be found |
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Through |
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To where you're a goddam cloud |
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But it doesn't mean that you're going to stop |
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No it doesn't mean that you're goin to stop |
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And you're driving with your headlights out |
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Like some stupid thing to proud to shout |
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So hush yourself again and again |
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It's the simple things that work so well |
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And it hurts you |
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It hurts you |
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But I don't know what to do about it |
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I don't know what to do about it |
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Wake up fast and out of breath |
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The screaming lights are at it again |
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And it doesn't mean that you're going to now |
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No, it doesn't mean that you're going to now |
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'cause you're watching as the city fades |
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California |
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You've done it again |
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Got a hole in you the size of the moon |
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They put a hole in you the size of the moon |
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And you're driving with your headlights out |
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Like some stupid thing to proud to shout |
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So hush yourself again and again |
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It's the simple things that work so well |
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And it hurts you |
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It hurts you |
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But I don't know what to do about it |
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I don't know what to do about it |
