| I’d love to go to a brand new place
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| But recognize the sky
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| A brand new motion yet same old people
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| And thats the reason why
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| The colours of honey are in you’re eyes
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| As you’re life flies high
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| But before you know it, you’ve fallen
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| As your life flashes before you’re lies
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| And the lights, just march, on by
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| And the crowd, they walk, and sigh
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| Yet time is slow
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| Feel the world on my hands
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| Trust insentives of a band
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| Cos' the weight is thick and thin
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| Drop it now and destroy what’s in
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| So pick up the pace
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| And enjoy the race
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| Because nothing-ness is nice
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| And feel the dance, and feel the mood
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| While you’re munching on that slice
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| Don’t have to spit out
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| You’re thumb or the wriggleys gum
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| Because they’re both a waste of time
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| But don’t crush the bird, just for fun
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| 'Cause that’s not fun for every one
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| And the lights, just march, on by
|
| And the crowd, they walk, and sigh
|
| Yet time is slow
|
| Feel the world on my hands
|
| Trust insentives of a band
|
| Because the weight is thick and thin
|
| Drop it now and destroy whats in
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| (lets go!)
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| So pick up the pace
|
| And enjoy the race
|
| 'Cause nothing-ness is nice
|
| And feel the dance, and feel the mood
|
| While you’re munching on that slice
|
| Don’t have to spit out
|
| You’re thumb or the wriggleys gun
|
| Because they’re both a waste of time
|
| But don’t crush the bird, just for fun
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| 'Cause that’s not fun for every one |