| Flying high on the rug with the ones you know
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| With the ones you love, with the ones you trust
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| Riding the van, the bus, the plane again
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| And hear the sounds
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| Little air to breathe, little work to kill
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| A nice table to seat, a clean pillow to dream
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| Need the strength to ride, another place to start
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| It’s better to break a back than to break a heart
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| I want to go wrong
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| If we do it we can stop the time tonight
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| Bring all the bad ones
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| You know you got it wrong unless we got it right
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| Fading lights, sweet stumps
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| Making up the weird glory
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| Young bosom, dark lies
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| Twisting minds, it’s how we guide it
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| In numbers try to resist
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| Through your watch them disappear
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| All the memories you control
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| All the voices talk too much
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| All the photos you’ve seen
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| War medals for someone like me, like he, like she
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| Like me, like he, like she
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| It’s better break a bed than lay down and sleep
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| I want to go wrong
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| If we do it we can stop the time tonight
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| Bring all the bad ones
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| You know you got it wrong unless we got it right
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| I want to go wrong
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| If we do it we can stop the time tonight
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| Bring all the bad ones
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| You know you got it wrong unless we got it right
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| How many times, times, times, times we had the chance
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| How many times, times, times, times we had the chance
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| How many times, times, times, times we had the chance
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| How many times, times, times, times
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| I want to go wrong
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| If we do it we can stop the time tonight
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| Bring all the bad ones
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| You know you got it wrong unless we got it right
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| I want to go wrong
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| If we do it we can stop the time tonight
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| Bring all the bad ones
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| You know you got it wrong unless we got it right |