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Wide awake pre-daybreak |
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Love it when the earth shakes |
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High tail, you just can't sit still |
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Quit before it's widespread |
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Learn to paint the town red |
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Xylene always made you ill |
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Go back to that old camp |
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That's the way it goes champ |
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Some revivals don't work out |
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Young men if your design |
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Don't fall left on the timeline |
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Join in while your new friends shout |
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This is it, this is ours |
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here we go |
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Wide awake and abstract |
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Ideas bloom in flashbacks |
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Today could be then or last week |
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Distance makes the truth clear |
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So gotta get of here |
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This green glass gets bleaker than bleak |
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It's so hard to dance when |
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the system's got no low and |
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no subs means no love means no fun |
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And all the boys on the street |
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keeping time on repeat |
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keeping time til the last song's done |
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Time for radiance |
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Time for fantasy |
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Time for segways between shades |
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Time for time-streching |
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Time as gloom |
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Time for dudes as disillusioned as you |
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So say farewell to that last phase |
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Hey pal these are the days |
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Everything is moving so fast |
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Young men with such foresight |
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Forward in your birthright |
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Join in cause this time it's gonna be last |
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This is it, this is ours |
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here we go (hey you guys) |
