| I was dreaming of you
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| You’re in my dreams
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| My old pal looks shaky with a cigarette in his hand
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| Salt and pepper sprinkled on his face and on his head
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| Looks like he might start crying
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| Is it something that I said?
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| Let’s take a walk around the block
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| This fleeting feeling’s infinite
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| Around here we’ve been wondering what tomorrow’s going to sing
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| On the final field recording from the loud Anthropocene
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| I’ve seen the sparkle of the diamonds on the watch of the emcee
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| It’s not keeping time
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| Just shining
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| It’s not the first time you said «one and done»
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| And oh my god
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| And oh my god
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| Stood in your prom dress all covered in blood
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| What you sacrificed will never be enough
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| This whole town looks empty, but we knew it wouldn’t last
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| Behind bulletproof windows they’re still wiring the cash
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| Whatever they could scrape up
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| Whatever that they had
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| There’s a lot of mouths to feed through this famine
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| This room seems even smaller now than I remember it
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| Hung mirrors on the walls and the ceiling
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| There’s no disguising it
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| There’s no denying it
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| This little box fits everything there is
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| It’s not the first dance you said «one and done»
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| And oh my god
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| Baby, oh my god
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| Came to the wedding, you were looking rough
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| Watch the masochists all celebrating love
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| Hey!
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| Come up!
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| Come up! |