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Sarah, settle down |
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Put your helmet on |
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Walk through streets of gold |
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With cigarettes you hand rolled |
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I don't know you |
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But I don't owe you a thing |
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But I smile so hard, it hurts |
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Just when things get worse |
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Said you've woken from a dream |
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Abandoned by your mother, could this be? |
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Satan, settle down |
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Keep your trousers on |
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You can warm the globe |
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But leave my wretched soul alone |
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I don't know you |
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And I don't owe you a thing |
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But the children lose their minds |
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In such uncertain times |
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And I am awoken from a dream |
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Surrounded by my lovers, woe is me |
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And a hundred thousand times a day |
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Yellow lights turn red |
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And a hundred thousand miles away |
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I'm turnin' myself in, oh |
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Christ, I am |
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Sarah, settle down |
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Put your helmet on |
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Walk through streets of gold |
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With cigarettes you hand rolled |
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I don't know you |
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And I don't owe you a thing |
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But the children lose their minds |
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In such uncertain times |
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The children lose their minds |
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In such uncertain times |
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In such uncertain times |
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In such uncertain times |