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From dawn to dusk |
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When the day has torn its craters from your |
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Wanderlust |
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And the needle's cut a groove to which it can't adjust |
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In spite of us |
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And fire burns like ice now |
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If it's cold enough |
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Silver shines like gold until it's |
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Obvious |
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That it's not |
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We tried in vain awash with fake abandon |
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Romantic as a glitterball |
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Of all the fantasies affected |
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Just came and went and left me cold |
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Sentimental songs |
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We all sing along |
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Sawn to dust |
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Now friendship serves a purpose |
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Like a tablecloth |
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That's frayed around the edges but it's |
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Good enough |
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To the uninvited few |
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And all the starings of love surrender |
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Were wasted on me long ago |
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Of all the fallacies created |
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After all there's only one |
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Sentimental song |
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And we all sing along |
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We all sing along |
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We all sing along |
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(La la la...) |