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Ain't it just like the times |
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To play tricks on your mind |
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You've seen so much, so soon |
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You're already blind |
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And when someone asks you how you're doing? |
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Of course, you say you're doing fine |
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Surrounded by wolves |
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There's a baby in the rain |
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Down the street there's a sparrow |
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Circling a drain |
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While a waitress mouths the words to a song |
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That lobotomised her pain |
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Oh, hey, la, oh |
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Hey, la, oh |
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Here comes the snow |
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The future's always coming |
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And it moves just like a fist |
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Time takes the things you love |
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And puts a ghost upon your lips |
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When nothing really matters |
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Nothing matters more than this |
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Revolutions flicker out |
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In the wars of all for me |
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Follow an idea to its root |
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And you'll eventually reach the sea |
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Full of rusted parts and corpses |
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And broken metaphors like these |
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Oh, hey, la, oh |
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Hey, la, oh |
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Here comes the snow |
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My eyes are on the wasteland |
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The boiler room of humankind |
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There's a toy piano playing |
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And there's a memory in my mind |
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Mom's humming in the kitchen |
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Clothes are drying on the line |
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Nightfall was upon us now |
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All the trees were skeletons |
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Closed my eyes and felt the sun's heat |
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Disappear from on my skin |
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And my thought now is could the world ever be |
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As kind as I thought it was then? |
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Oh, hey, la, oh |
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Hey, la, oh |
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Here comes the snow |
