| There’s a lightning under the ceiling
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| Every struck kid looking for feeling
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| Is gonna raise a cup
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| When the moon is up
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| Because there’s nothing else here to do
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| She has a parked cab
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| Begging to leave this
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| With a bar tab bigger than Jesus
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| And a reason for every bullet hole in the
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| Plot laid out for her
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| All the strung-out kids on Dead Street
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| Gave her directions and a fix
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| She’s got money left for a ticket out
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| She’d rather drink 'til she don’t exist
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| Everybody knows
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| That there’s no way out of here
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| Everybody’s trying but we just can’t leave
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| We got pushed about
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| And the end’s not what it seems
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| Packing our bags to kiss it goodbye
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| In our wildest dreams
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| In our wildest dreams
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| In our wildest dreams
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| They give you TV
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| To buy what they sell you
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| They give you Bibles
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| To do what they tell you
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| Until the skin and bones
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| Of a programmed home
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| Are the only things to control
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| Between the schools and the factories
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| There’s a hidden path that you can’t see
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| One by one they keep turning up
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| They’ve got a new life here in store
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| And all the red lights took the night off
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| As the streets lay bored again
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| The old theaters and churches pray for the
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| Wrecking ball to swing
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| Everybody knows
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| That there’s no way out of here
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| Everybody’s trying but we just can’t leave
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| We got pushed about
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| And the end’s not worth the means
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| Packing our bags to kiss it goodbye
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| In our wildest dreams
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| In our wildest dreams
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| In our wildest dreams
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| So how are we gonna carry this ahead
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| Before their trite defeated eyes
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| I think they’d rather bury us instead
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| Under these dark and defeated skies
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| We hang like question marks at the end
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| Of every dream
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| I’d rather be a fugitive
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| Than die here in between
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| Everybody knows
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| That there’s no way out of here
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| Everybody’s trying but we just can’t leave
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| We got pushed about
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| And the end’s not what it seems
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| Packing our bags to kiss it goodbye
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| In our wildest dreams
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| Everybody knows
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| That there’s no way out of here
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| (Not what it seems)
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| Everybody’s trying, trying but we just can’t leave
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| (Not worth the means means)
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| We got pushed about
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| And the end’s not worth the means
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| Packing our bags to kiss it goodbye
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| In our wildest dreams
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| In our wildest dreams
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| Dreams
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| In our wildest dreams
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| Dreams
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| In our wildest dreams
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| Dreams
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| In our wildest Dreams
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| Dreams |