| It’s like you’re trying to get to heaven in a hurry
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| And the queue was shorter than you thought it would be And the doorman says you need to get a wristband
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| You’ve got to lift between the pitfalls
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| But you’re looking like you’re low on energy
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| Did you get out and walk to ensure you’d miss the quicksand
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| Looking for a new place to begin
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| Feeling like it’s hard to understand
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| But as long as you still keep peppering the pill
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| You’ll find a way to spit it out again
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| And even when you know the way it’s gonna blow
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| It’s hard to get around the wind
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| Stretching out the neck on your evening
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| Trying to even out some deficit
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| But it’s sabretooth multi-ball confusion
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| And you can shriek until you’re hollow
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| Or whisper it the other way
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| Trying to save the youth without putting your shoes on Looking for a new place to begin
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| Feeling like it’s hard to understand
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| But as long as you still keep peppering the pill
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| You’ll find a way to spit it out again
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| And even when you know the way it’s gonna blow
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| It’s hard to get around the wind
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| I can hear you through my window
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| But I’m never quite sure who is who
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| But they want the world on a dessert spoon
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| It always sounds like they’re fighting
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| Or as if that’s what they’re about to do It might not hurt now but it’s going to hurt soon |