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Yes, you're drifting in open space |
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Ain't you have no sense, babe |
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Of the time and place |
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No one to lead you but |
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To the open gates of your dreams, oh, boy. |
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While you are sifting through the planet's orb |
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And you stumble, stumble on forgotten gold |
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Yesterday's memories quickly entwine |
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Series of growing pains. |
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But you care too much |
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I said about things lost |
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All that operates, baby |
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All things enforced |
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At the basic human race |
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Don't let it get you down |
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Don't take up anything |
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Don't you leave my town. |
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While you are sifting through the planet's orb |
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And you stumble, stumble on forgotten gold |
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Yesterday's memories quickly entwine |
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Series of growing pains. |
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Yes, you're drifting in open space |
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Ain't you have no sense, babe |
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Of the time and place |
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No one to lead you but |
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To the open gates of your dreams, oh, boy. |
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While you're sifting through the planet's orb |
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And you stumble, stumble on forgotten gold |
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Yesterday's memories quickly entwine |
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Don't you see me, babe, oh, I'm drifting by, by |
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Friendly persuasion eclipsing the moment |
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That's to remember with heart-beating joy |
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Yesterdays are memories, they're hanging on to me |
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Severely, merrily playing a song. |
