| Save your best moves. |
| It gets weird
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| Billions of cops, smoke and mirrors
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| Carrying creed cards we all race for death
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| Hope to be saved by our next breath
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| Walk the beat. |
| It takes years
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| You’ll drive a mustache or a beard
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| We find a rhythm and we fight in song yeah
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| All night long, all night long
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| Today, I thought of seeing you
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| Today, I thought of early days
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| I thought of two cities privileged but estranged
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| Today, our old construction site
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| Today, a building incomplete
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| You aren’t missing anything
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| But you’re missing
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| Good morning everyone
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| I hope I didn’t sleep too long
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| I was dreaming of a failed career
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| Killing fields, smoke and mirrors
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| Today, I speak of missing you
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| Today, I think of better days
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| I see an old city will never be the same
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| Today, our old construction site
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| Is missing everything
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| You’re missing everything
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| You’re missing everything
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| Today, I finished what we started
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| Today, I thought you might be proud
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| We have recorded your defeat
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| An album always incomplete
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| We were once young
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| We were once pure
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| What happened to you? |