| I know I’ve seen your face somewhere
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| Selling something, some big idea
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| I know I’ve seen that vacant stare
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| Selling sunsets for somebody else
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| You find yourself asking yourself
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| What is any of it worth
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| You find yourself looking up at night
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| From the bottom of the earth
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| And oh, can this world not afford to sleep anymore?
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| And oh, did your sheep start jumping?
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| They grow out their teeth
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| Did they need a little something more than this?
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| The taste of trouble on your lips
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| 'Cause now they’re biting at your thoughts
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| You tell yourself just to turn away
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| But you know you’ve already lost
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| The smell of rain when it’s on a wind
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| Will never be paid in full
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| You try in vain to account for this mess
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| And everything that you stole
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| Ooo
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| And oh, can this world not afford to sleep anymore? |
| (Ooo)
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| And oh, did your sheep start jumping? |
| (Ooo)
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| They grow out their teeth
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| Did they need a little something more than this?
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| 'Cause now they’re biting at your feet
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| They got you running from this place
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| Now they’re breathing down your neck
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| Your eyes look lonely in your face
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| I see you looking just out of frame
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| What is it pulling you there?
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| 'Cause things can never stay the same
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| So what is keeping you here?
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| Ooo
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| And oh, can this world not afford to sleep anymore? |
| (Ooo)
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| And oh, did your sheep start jumping? |
| (Ooo)
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| They grow out their teeth
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| They need a little something now
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| Every time you think, well, they’d be biting at your thoughts
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| And every time you blink, well, you’ll be so damn far
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| But you want more than this
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| I know I’ve seen your face somewhere |