| Obliterated by the times release
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| Count your pennies on the beach
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| Broken by beliefs
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| The lost souls in the bar room
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| poet hunch
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| Faded hippies on the stamp
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| His soul is out to lunch
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| None of this forever keeps us all afraid
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| It keeps my finger on my pulse
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| It keeps my bills all paid
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| Keeps me running on the spot
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| Keeps me looking at the clock
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| You’re a miracle morning light
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| After the pirate ship
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| We are holding on for life
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| Because heaven
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| Heaven is a lie
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| Morning’s movies, scratchy eyes
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| I’m fucked by Friday night
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| Stupid songs
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| So desperate to fight
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| To beat it out the child
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| Flower in the fire
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| The sad night glows with tippy toes
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| With all of those sweet lies
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| Gathered in the downstairs bar
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| We’ll make some
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| The history of tapes and times
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| And a million cute confessions
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| From Beverly road to Junction road
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| I’m on the stage tonight
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| The guitar breaks
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| We make mistakes
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| We are freeze-framed in our own dumb light
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| We are holding on for life
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| Because heaven
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| Heaven is a lie
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| We fall in love with what we were
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| We plan to go back there
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| We still keep those shirts and visions
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| The way we wore our
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| These nights they are our treasures
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| Kept near
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| I’ll stand outside and watch the formation of a ruin
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| Every sad song locked inside
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| Too scared to get going
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| We’re holding onto life
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| «Cause heaven is a lie
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| Long after tonight’s candles are blown
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| And all the sweethearts have gone home
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| Before the morning kettle sings
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| Before our wrinkles have set in
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| Before that light beckons us home
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| Before the final film is shown
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| Before that last drunk song is sung
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| I’ll hold on to your hand
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| I’ll hold on to everyone
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| And all we believe in
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| And I’m holding on to life
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| 'Cause heaven
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| Heaven is a lie
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| We’re holding onto life
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| 'Cause heaven
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| Heaven is a lie |