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I've checked all the dailies |
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And subscription mail ins |
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But where do we come from? |
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You never stopped dusting |
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My middle ear's always buzzing. |
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Where do we belong? |
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Trust me not 'cause |
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I still don't know. |
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We're not in someone else's |
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Someone else's home. |
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Do you really want to exist |
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Past 1946 |
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Or have I got you wrong? |
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When nothing much matters |
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But shoes, pants and haircuts. |
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The morning engines go. |
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Heaven's toast, like the sound they told. |
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We're not in someone else's |
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Someone else's home. |
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We're gonna run away, make your heart my own. |
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And if we're not hot at least we're not |
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In someone else's home. |
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Subscription filled the yellow pills. |
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We're not in someone else's |
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Someone else's home. |
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We're gonna run away, make your heart my own. |
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And if we're not hot at least we're not |
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In someone else's home. |
