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This is what we wanted |
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This is where we ought to be |
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But is it really, really happening? |
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This is what we live for |
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This is where we ought to be |
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But is it really, really happening? |
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My overcoat wants something more |
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It wants to help me out |
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But it's getting in the way today |
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My scarf is wet, my neck is drenched |
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I don't accept what it recommends |
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My wool socks too, they feel abused |
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Each toe is suffering |
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Keep wiggle and stretching them |
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Just wanna keep things moving |
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This is what we wanted |
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This is where we ought to be |
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But is it really, really happening? |
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This is what we live for |
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This is where we ought to be |
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But is it really, really happening? |
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The silver spoons we hold |
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Can't feed the hands that follow |
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A moon that shines so low |
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Can break right through its shadow |
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This is what we wanted |
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This is where we ought to be |
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But is it really, really happening? |
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This is what we live for |
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This is where we ought to be |
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But is it really, really happening? |
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Everything's on the floor |
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I can't remember a thing |
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Everything is a mess |
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Are things really moving? |
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(Is this really, really happening?) |
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The phone shouldn't ring |
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The calories never burn |
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The energy won't stop |
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Cuz things are really moving |
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(Is this really, really happening?) |
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Is this really, really happening? |