| Here there floats
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| an island of saints
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| Apprentise boys and girls
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| to Devils that waste their time
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| And they fall when shoes don’t fit them so well
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| slip back pumps and lounges
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| it’s where we go to cheer them on
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| Riders on the right won’t you help me?
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| It’s crowded and a bit too lonely
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| Mirror balls and they’re spinning
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| Happy and ascending
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| yeah yeah
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| All these these words
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| that line the page
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| dye jobs fade when the sun sets
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| that we rent when we get bored with the
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| pinstripe suits
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| degrees and men and personel will wink
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| about lips and tigers in the past
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| Riders on the right won’t you help me?
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| It’s crowded and a bit too lonely
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| Mirror balls and they’re spinning
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| Happy and ascending
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| yeah yeah
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| la la la da da la la la da da la da da
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| California
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| la la la da da la la la da da la da da
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| cul-de-sacs, but
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| la la la da da la la la da da la da da
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| see the records fall
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| la la la da da la la la da da la da da
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| ssshhh--right
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| la la la da da la la la da da la da da
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| titration
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| la la la da da la la la da da la da da
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| part of my skin
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| la la la da da la la la da da la da da
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| expiration
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| la la la da da la la la da da la da da
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| oh |