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revolving door |
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I know you won't disappoint |
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your windowed soul shows the world as clear |
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and I am a lonely child |
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no friends have I to join my games |
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but when the nameless faces glow in glass |
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they spin me round and dance and laugh |
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my mother says, my mother says, my mother says |
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I can leave in dreams |
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wasn't it her dream to live on park place? |
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my father says, my father says, my father says |
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ignorance is bliss |
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and smart success is his |
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and so I guess that's the case |
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thousands of people walk by me everyday |
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no one is happy above manhattan way |
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revolving door |
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the busy people go about their days |
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from box to box they race |
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the spin in their walls to a dizzying pace |
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so they will ride and ride a carousel |
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of broken hearts - oh, so it goes |
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and as I watch them turn, I wonder so |
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did their mothers say |
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their mothers say, their mothers say |
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they can't live in dreams |
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'cause they walk in waking sleep |
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through sun and through rain |
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do their fathers say |
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their fathers say, their fathers say |
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ignorance is bliss |
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'cause if there's joy they're ignoring it |
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so they think that's the same? |
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thousands of people walk by me everyday |
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no one is happy above manhattan way |
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I see they're glowing eyes |
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they're marching in a line |
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they're eyes are downward |
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but their lips are singing in time |
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we are not happy, we are not happy |
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we are not happy, we are not happy |
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we are not happy, we are not happy |
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we are not happy, we are not happy |
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I am just a child |
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I am just a child |
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I am just a child |
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I am just a child |
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revolving door |
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I know you won't disappoint |
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your windowed soul shows the world as clear |
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shows the world as clear |
