| Across these highways and dead-end roads
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| You wandered down for somewhere new
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| And you travelled lightly, just the air inside
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| Was all you’d take to carry on your way
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| Hoping you’d lessen to the end!
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| Cause after all, those frames filled the wall
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| When you ripped them down!
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| After all, the music will fall
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| Scattered on the ground!
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| You ended up back where you began
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| And you couldn’t find a face you knew
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| And you were hoping you could always go back
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| To that place you wanted it to end
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| Somewhere we’ll never see again!
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| Cause after all, those frames filled the wall
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| When you ripped them down!
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| After all, the music will fall
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| Scattered on the ground!
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| Chromatic fades
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| Not when you’re holding on Drink till the grass is gone
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| After all, those frames filled the wall
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| When you ripped them down!
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| After all, the music will fall
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| Scattered on the ground!
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| Oh yeah… woah
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| Oh yeah… woah
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| Oh yeah… woah. |