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I walk down the diamond studded concrete canyon |
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Nobody looked me in the eye |
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Tried to fly to the moon |
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Only made it to the sky |
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I was looking for a * truth |
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that I had a single friend |
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Searching for a clear connection |
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Without a digital send |
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Ain't it just a little scary sometimes |
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To find the lies that you know to be true |
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I'll find you smiling about |
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Things you don't have to do |
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Bill doesn't call me anymore |
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I hear he's found religion |
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Big haired blonde apprentice beautician |
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And all the words and gesticulations that came before |
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Don't seem to mean a thing |
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You can feel fine to drop a dime |
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If you're ever hanging by a string |
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Ain't it just a little scary sometimes |
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To find the lies that you know to be true |
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I'll find you smiling about |
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Things you don't have to do |
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I hear voices crying out |
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Echoes on the boulevard |
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Contentious rambling incantations |
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Of some senile bard |
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There's too much going on around here |
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To keep my head from spinning |
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And this constant acceleration |
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Blurs any ties to the beginning |
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Ain't it just a little scary sometimes |
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To find the lies that you know to be true |
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I'll find you smiling about |
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Things you don't have to do |