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Comes a time when you get turned around, and |
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Life itself just wears you out, but |
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You keep getting ready for the big parade |
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Ah you shine your shoes and you fake a smile |
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Salute the players with that famous style, cause |
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Keepin up has kept you in chains |
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I was thinking that if you know a way out then I'd like to go with you |
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And we can burn out like candles under that paper moon |
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They just dont know anything at all |
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They just dont know anything at all |
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Youll fight traffic jams and big TVs, and |
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Hipsters trapped in their own irony, but |
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Youll finally think about settling down |
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Oh you quit your job and you sell your car |
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Youll burn your clothes and pray to the stars, cause |
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You swore to God that youd never end up this way |
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I was thinking that if you know a way out then I'd like to go with you |
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And we can burn out like candles under that paper moon |
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They just dont know anything at all |
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They just dont know anything at all |
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At all |
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At all |
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At all |
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At all |
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Comes a time when you get turned around, and |
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Life itself just wears you out, but |
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You keep getting ready for the big parade |
