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And I've been with the vultures and the zeroes, |
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High flying captain nemos, |
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And I say, what are you doing today, toasting the skyline, or the ninth wave, |
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What you believe has no light, and it's your fault |
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Surfing past them, someone tell me when to stop, |
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One or the other, see who's coming out on top, |
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My eyes have seen your glory fade away, |
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You try real hard to snatch you up a couple of miracles |
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And I'll come home, be a better man, if you promise not to follow, |
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And now, before it has begun, wherever you are from, you can go but you can't come |
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And what you believe has no light, and it's your fault |
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Surfing past them, someone tell me when to stop, one or the other, |
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See who's coming out on top, my eyes have seen your glory fade away, |
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You try real hard to snatch you up a couple of miracles |
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And what you believe has no light |
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Surfing past them, someone tell me when to stop, one or the other, |
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See who's coming out on top, my eyes have seen your glory fade away, |
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You try real hard to snatch you up a couple of miracles |