| Come outside and we’ll take a walk
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| you can laugh out loud no one will talk
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| go barefoot and never feel obscene
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| there’s a girl over there by the windowsill
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| ad it looks like she got some time to kill
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| and she says «nothing ever matters and what if it did? |
| «but you don’t think that its so strange
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| yeah and don’t act so surprised
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| well she’s quite content in a state street state of mind
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| there’s a house next door where they never sleep
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| and there’s music coming from up the street
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| its the song you know and so you sing the tune
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| and we try to talk above the den
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| about the world and the shape its in and then we laugh
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| cause nothing seems to matter today
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| but don’t think that that its so strange
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| and worthless in your eyes
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| well we’re quite content in a state street state of mind
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| and the words speak the joy
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| that underlies the pain
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| the pain
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| the pain
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| the pain
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| well come outside and we’ll take a walk
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| years fly by, the plants trail off
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| and you think of a time before you lost your way
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| and the music played and the man displayed
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| and the girl over there by the window would say
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| nothing really matters anyway
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| you don’t think that its so strange
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| yeah you don’t act so surprised
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| well she’s quite content in a state street state of mind
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| and he’s quite content in a state street state of mind
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| well we’re all content in state street state of mind |