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Now, this is not funny |
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The shortest time feels like the longest time |
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It's surely a dream |
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Or i'm just an unreliable witness to everything |
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The burning cars of movie stars |
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Unwrap the city one backstreet at a time |
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The severed heads of supermen, |
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See how they're different when you hold them under the light |
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Now she's got all, she's got all your answers |
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So you better take us to your leader |
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'Cause one thing is for sure - |
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We're gonna get what we deserve. |
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Now the street is a river |
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And the sounds drift up to our window above |
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And we run down to drown under the current |
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To go rushing ever forward to find a cheap cure for memory |
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We drink our fill from wishing wells |
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We feed coins into machines until they're throwing them up |
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In crowded bars under neon stars |
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Until there's new blood racing 'round the both of us |
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Now we've got all your answers |
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When she clicks her heels together |
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Now when she snaps her fingers |
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You better take us to your leader |
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'Cause my love, my word - |
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we're finally gonna get what we deserve |