| Time enough to prepare
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| And make you look, make you stare
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| Won’t you deal me in?
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| And let empires fall
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| Got me some others to call
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| Who could offer me danger?
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| But don’t take it personal
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| But you live in the echo of the screaming jet
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| In the furnace of each cigarette
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| With penitence and regret
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| Around your neck like a golden chain
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| Like an aching numbed with novocaine
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| Well, wouldn’t you like to get away
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| And ride white horses far away
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| Now they’re chasing away
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| Leaving the trace of your things
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| Rusting away
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| Somewhere just under your skin
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| Is this the way out?
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| Let summer begin
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| Brighten your sky
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| Just let it be as you’d like
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| Just cross your heart and hope to die
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| But don’t take it personal
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| Well, we hide in the eye of the maelstrom
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| We’re down in the valley where the shadow’s long
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| Well, don’t you know that we belong
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| Somewhere over the rainbow
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| In the wreckage of a UFO
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| That glitters on the ocean spray
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| Ride them up into the milky way
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| Now they’re chasing away
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| Excellent! |