| What a thing to be a witness to the sunshine
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| What a dream to just be walking on the ground
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| What a time to live among the ash and remnants of our love
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| That came before and I’m still looking for that now
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| It took centuries to build these twisted cities
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| It took seconds to reduce them down to dust
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| And all the tour guide could say was
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| «Take your pictures, folks, it’s late
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| And try your best, please, to remember what was done»
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| Don’t look so forlorn
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| Don’t you look so scared
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| Don’t get so upset
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| This world was never fair
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| But there are hundreds of ways
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| To get through the day
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| There are hundreds of ways
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| Now you just find one
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| I used to think that time was of the essence
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| Now I just wish I could get some sleep
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| All this strange parade of sounds
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| The city makes when I lie down
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| Little explosions that set fire to my dreams
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| Sometimes I get mistaken for this actor
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| And I guess that I can see it from the side
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| Maybe no one really seems to be
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| The person that they mean to be
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| I hope I am forgotten when I die
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| Don’t contradict me
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| Don’t make me cross the line
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| If you feel threatened
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| It’s only because I might
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| But there are hundreds of ways
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| To get through the day
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| There are hundreds of ways
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| To get through the day
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| Yes, there are hundreds of ways
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| So, you best find one
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| All my heroes, they’re all talk
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| Running in circles
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| Some stop, watch some chaos
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| Love was the message, full stop
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| We ramble on and on
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| We ramble on and on
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| Hey!
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| I stole all the rhinestones out of Carolina
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| And sold them out in Bakersfield for cash
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| Now the bandshell got a band, sound like an arcade in Japan
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| Blew all my quarters trying to get that feeling back
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| Now, any sucker can turn boredom into violence
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| A sociopath riding on a bus
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| And his irises are black from his novelty contacts
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| He looks around but he can’t see the rest of us
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| In my sunglasses
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| Don’t mind the blinding light
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| Yeah, it’s getting dark, bro
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| But I’ve always loved the night
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| But there are hundreds of ways
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| To get through the day
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| There are hundreds of ways
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| To get through the day
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| There are hundreds of ways
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| To get through the day
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| There are hundreds of ways
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| To get through the day
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| There are hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of ways
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| To get through the day
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| Just find one |