| We travel on sunbeams
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| On our way in high speed
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| We saw days go by with love
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| And I sent shy dreams
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| I remember the bad weed
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| Getting high on the balcony
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| And I remember the part good
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| Where you called the band girls
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| When you fell in love on that floor
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| And you took the first bus
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| Out of the city, into the pity
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| Sometimes I go back to where I was before I was it
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| And don’t come back before it kills
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| Cause it’s been thrilling me since 1994
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| I wouldn’t tell you this but all things have a price
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| So I might as well tell:
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| You were always on my mind
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| I could have been there all the time
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| But that’s the wrong path
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| We travel on
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| We travel in first class
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| Deep in the high speed
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| We’ve seen all the deals
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| On laser digits and in low streams
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| Don’t you see what this means?
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| Something deeper
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| But we could still win this
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| We can go back again
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| Back to when phone was mondays
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| And mondays weren’t just a giant step
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| Into the waltz of boredom
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| Into distortion
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| Sometimes I go back to where I was before I was this
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| And don’t come back before it kills
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| Cause it’s been thrilling me since 1994
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| I wouldn’t tell you this but all things have a price
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| So I might as well tell:
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| You were always on my mind
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| I could have been there all the time
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| But that’s the wrong path |