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Can you play your part? |
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Did you come alive in the dark? |
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Did you say just a little bit more? |
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Where the Day-Glo ends |
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There's another one around the bend |
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Who you play just a little bit more |
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Breakneck, breakneck, it's plain to see |
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Your long legs are a fantasy |
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Your big old fish a fallacy |
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You had just a little bit more... |
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That seeds are for sowing |
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And the lights are low and nothing here |
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And time isn't moving |
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So the fast goes fast |
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And the slow goes slow |
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In the morning you will feel |
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Human again |
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Did you fill your glass? |
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Did you open up in the park? |
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Did you say just a little bit more? |
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Where the rainbow ends |
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There's another thrill another friend |
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Who can pay just a little bit more... |
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Upset, upset the harmony |
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Your wicked words are killing me |
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You're pulling every part of me |
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Just a little bit more |
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But weeds are for hoeing |
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And the sights are low and nothing here |
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and time isn't moving |
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So the fast goes fast |
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And the slow goes slow |
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In the morning you will feel |
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Human again |
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Can you play your part? |
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Did you come alive in the dark? |
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Did you say just a little bit more? |
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Where the rainbow ends, |
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There's another thrill another friend |
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Who can pay just a little bit more |
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You're killing every part of me |
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You're killing every part of me |
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So the fast goes fast |
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And the slow goes slow |
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In the morning you will feel |
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Human again |
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Grips may slip |
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And your bridges may bough |
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In the morning you will feel |
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Human again |
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Throw your bones up against the wall |
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In the morning you will feel |
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Human again |
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Lose yourself |
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In the eye of the storm |
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In the morning you will feel |
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Human again |
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Human again |
