| I think I’m gonna go down
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| to the land of perpetual twilight
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| wherewhere bags of weird junkstands
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| howling at the street lamps
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| And fun house mirrors pose
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| And shop windows and statues come to life
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| And gargoyles dance
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| I think I’m gonna go down to where the street sweeps are saints
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| Where dog eats dog and the rats are winning the race
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| I think I’m gonna go down and watch the people chase their lives
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| And life chase it’s tail with death close behind
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| I can’t sit still
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| Pacing the window sill
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| Of curiosity
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| Nine whole lives ahead of me
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| Nine whole lives to do as I please
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| I can’t sit still
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| It’s the fun, it’s the thrill
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| Of possibility
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| Nine whole lives ahead of me
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| Nine whole lives to do as I please
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| I think I’m gonna go down
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| Then I’ll go down even further
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| Where sunlight has to be bottled, labeled, taxed, and imported.
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| There’s laughter spilling out of an inconspicuous gutter
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| It makes you stop to think
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| It makes you kind of wonder
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| Just what goes on when you’re looking the other way
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| What’s outside of the words that we link. |
| Just what goes on behind closed doors.
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| What invisible wonders as re under your nose
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| I can’t sit still
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| Pacing the window sill
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| Of curiosity
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| Nine whole lives ahead of me
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| Nine whole lives to do as I please
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| I can’t sit still
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| It’s the fun, it’s the thrill
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| Of possibility/
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| Nine whole lives ahead of me
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| Nine whole lives to do as I please
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| Nine whole live ahead of me
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| Nine whole lives to do as I please
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| Nine whole lives ahead of me
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| Nine whole lives to do as I please
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| Nine whole lives ahead of me
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| Nine whole lives to do as I please |