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Falling, falling down again. |
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Watch your, watch your step. |
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They're lying the traps along the avenues. |
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Believe the boulevard's a mess. |
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And they sell us pretty pills to take the pain away. |
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They sell us pretty pills to ease the pain. |
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They let us wash it down with cheap champagne. |
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They sell us pretty pills to ease the pain. |
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But they're not fooling me. |
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Oh oh oh, they're not fooling me. |
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Across the, across the universe, |
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They're calling us by name. |
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But the radio frequency |
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is jamming up again. |
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And we cant hear the sound of symphonies |
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over some simple melody. |
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The boots, they finally march so willingly. |
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And we cant hear the symphony. |
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Theyre not fooling me. |
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Oh oh, they're not fooling me. |
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Oh oh... |
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Falling, falling down again. |
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Watch your, watch your step. |
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They're lying the traps along the avenues. |
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Believe the boulevard's a mess. |
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And then they sell us pretty pills to take the pain away. |
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They sell us pretty pills to ease the pain. |
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They let us wash it down, down, down with cheap champagne. |
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They sell us pretty pills to ease the pain. |
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But they're not fooling me. |
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Oh oh, they're not fooling me. |
