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Hey living thing, buy me a drink |
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and drive me out to the airport |
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Give me two hundred dollars and say |
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the best thing anyone's ever said |
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If you steal every word from your grandmothers' purse |
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and lay them out on the dashboard |
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we'll be fine... |
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Hey living thing, if you're turning in |
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I'll wake you when something changes |
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then I'll ring all the bells again |
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and you'll spill champagne in my shoes |
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we'll make rose-coloured smoke from bad horoscopes, |
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confetti from news pages |
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and you'll be mine... |
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The same heart attack |
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will keep feeding back |
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Right under the streets |
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skipping every other beat |
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So hey living thing, let me in |
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to the world you're living in |
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Hey living thing, you've waited for it |
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from billions counting backwards |
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like a dog on a fire escape |
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like a bird in a basement |
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Now release your breath form it's paper bag |
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and no matter what you hear, |
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if green lights come raining down tonight |
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it means tomorrow's another year... |
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and the same heart attack |
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will keep feeding back |
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Right under the streets |
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Skipping every other beat |
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Hey living thing, you're breathing again |
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You're breathing again.... |
