| And oh
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| How come I don’t wake to the sun no more
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| When pixelated jackals say «when it rains, it pours?»
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| My stubborn curiosity will lead me right off course
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| And I guess its why Marky ran away
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| To a sunnier LA
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| He found his brain in an apartment in Chinatown
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| So come on we can get (down)
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| Oh, so nervous and antsy baby girl
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| That’s why I’ve created this world
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| Where you can come and find me when (come find me when)
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| You’re just so bored of the shameless pay
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| From working the department
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| I know you’re tired
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| But I’m complacent
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| Lets pace around in our apartment
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| Cause oh
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| When I rest my head I feel the fear of falling (down)
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| And in my own town I trip to a far off land
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| That’s the way
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| So forgive me for my lack of words (lack of words)
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| Announcing adjectives are slowly pulling down my spine
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| And it seems each of them can’t find a way to make any sense of it
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| Just like me
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| And repeatedly the paper man says that its all wrong
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| And all I got are sedatives in these damn songs
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| But I grew up on them superstitions
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| Probable cause for my lack of ambition at all
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| When I rest my head I feel the fear of falling (down)
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| In my own town I trip to a far off land
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| Cause that’s the way that it works on a day like
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| (Today)
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| (Gotta get out
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| Gotta get out today
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| Gotta get out
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| Gotta get out today
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| Gotta get out
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| Gotta get out today) |