| Twilight pink, we’re on the brink of fireflies
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| Country line is swallowed up by night sky
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| We go inside
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| Cyclical schedules are spinning
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| All of us think we are winning
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| Blinders on, keep moving forward
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| Another moment rushing by
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| But I’ve found plenty of sand to bury my head
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| I no longer press rewind for punchlines
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| I’ve got the gist, it’s humorous, I know why
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| I’ve seen it all
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| Cyclical schedules are spinning
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| All of us think we are winning
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| Blinders on, keep moving forward
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| Another moment rushing by
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| But I’ve found plenty of sand to bury my head
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| I am mostly occupied
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| (Hey!) I’m not oppressed
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| I’ve seen it all
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| (Hey!) More is less
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| Nothing at all
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| (Hey!) (Cyclical schedules are spinning, all of us think we are winning,
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| blinders on, keep moving forward)
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| I’m not impressed
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| (Hey!) I’ve seen it all
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| Another moment rushing by
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| But I’ve found plenty of sand to bury my head
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| I am mostly occupied
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| 'Cause I’ve found plenty of sand to bury my head
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| (Hey!) (I've seen it all) |