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They we're praying for a judgement day |
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I was waiting for another way |
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But the footsteps, they're so easy to spot |
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In the sand there |
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And you walked by |
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Found yourself on the big league road |
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And around you the heavy cigar smoke |
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Became alive and whispered in your ear |
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Take n' take down |
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And you'll do fine |
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But all the time you got |
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Will it be enough to |
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Find a bed of clouds |
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On a sunny day and |
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Float around the land |
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Like you're eight again |
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Head high with open eyes |
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And they locked up the restless riot |
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For crossing the sacred line |
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Oh the terror in those dancing shoes |
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Make'em sick of fear |
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They might like it too |
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Made you wonder for a second there |
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If you wanted to be someone else |
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But the weight you pull down on your folk |
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Will surely |
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Crush your doubts too |
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But all the time you got |
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Will it be enough to |
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Find a bed of clouds |
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On a sunny day and |
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Float around the land |
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Like you're eight again |
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Head high with open eyes |
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And all the time you got |
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Will it be enough to |
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Find a bed of clouds |
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On a sunny day and |
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Float around the land |
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Like you're eight again |
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Head high with open eyes |