| Is everything alright?
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| You feeling moany?
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| You feeling lonely?
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| You’re not the only
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| Is everything alright?
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| You feeling stormy?
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| You feeling phoney?
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| You’re not the only
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| Do you get up up up?
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| Clouds stop and move above me
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| Too bad they can’t help me
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| What is the right way?
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| Do I float up up up?
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| When I stop and look around me
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| Grey is where the color should be
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| What is the right way?
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| Old glasses clinking and a
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| New order’s blinking
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| And I —
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| I should be floating but I’m weighted by thinking
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| That I got on the river
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| Really can’t make you change
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| And the sky gets filled up too fast
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| And the taxi man’s saying, «You betta
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| Give me some money; |
| stop daydreaming, dude!»
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| When the point of horizon is hiding from you
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| What would you want sky?
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| Are you taking it lightly?
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| Lost in the flurries
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| You start to worry
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| You will be buried
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| Taking it lightly
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| And so I hurry
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| I start to worry
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| Here come them flurries
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| Is everything alright?
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| You feeling lonely?
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| You feeling moldy?
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| You’re not the only
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| Is everything alright?
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| You feeling stormy?
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| You feeling foamy?
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| You’re not the only
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| Do you get up up up?
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| Clouds stop and move above me
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| Too bad they can’t help me
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| What is the right way?
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| Do I float up up up?
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| When I stop and look around me
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| Grey is where that color should be
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| What is the right way?
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| Old glasses clinking and a
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| New order’s blinking and I —
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| I should be floating but I’m weighted by thinking
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| I’m a fly on the river
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| That’ll make me some change
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| When the sky gets filled up too fast
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| And the taxi cab’s waiting, «You betta
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| Give him some money;
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| Stop daydreaming, dude!»
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| When the point of horizon is hiding it’s blues
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| What would you want sky?
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| What would I want? |
| Sky!
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| What would I want? |
| Sky! |