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Coming from another world, |
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a year can be a day. |
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Turn your eyes to everyone |
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and come here anyway. |
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Where the evening is drawing tired |
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by the planets and the tide. |
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I like to be here in the dark |
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in the artificial light. |
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Come when you arrive and call when you arrive, |
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I can set you by the fire light, |
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you can tell me what you like. |
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All my life |
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under the electric night |
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I came on and off of life, |
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radios and empty minds |
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We were brought into a world, |
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a world without an end. |
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Where the roads went on forever |
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and the evening never fell. |
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But, our heads pick up such static |
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we must clear it all our own. |
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We'll pull the streets in close enough, |
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we can stack up all of our homes |
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and all will be aligned, |
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all will be alright. |
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We can meet under the street lights |
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in a world that we designed. |
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All my life |
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under the electric night. |
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I came on and off of life, |
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radios and empty minds |
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We were bound to grow |
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cover our whole world in gold |
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from my window I can see into the future. |
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One electricness close into the darkness |
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burns a chill out of the night |
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with the trouble it might invite |
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oh what a life, |
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to be so warm tonight. |
