| Yes, you’re drifting in open space
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| Ain’t you have no sense, babe
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| Of the time and place
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| No one to lead you but
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| To the open gates of your dreams, oh, boy
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| While you are sifting through the planet’s orb
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| And you stumble, stumble on forgotten gold
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| Yesterday’s memories quickly entwine
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| Series of growing pains
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| But you care too much
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| I said about things lost
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| All that operates, baby
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| All things enforced
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| At the basic human race
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| Don’t let it get you down
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| Don’t take up anything
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| Don’t you leave my town
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| While you are sifting through the planet’s orb
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| And you stumble, stumble on forgotten gold
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| Yesterday’s memories quickly entwine
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| Series of growing pains
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| Yes, you’re drifting in open space
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| Ain’t you have no sense, babe
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| Of the time and place
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| No one to lead you but
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| To the open gates of your dreams, oh, boy
|
| While you’re sifting through the planet’s orb
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| And you stumble, stumble on forgotten gold
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| Yesterday’s memories quickly entwine
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| Don’t you see me, babe, oh, I’m drifting by, by
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| Friendly persuasion eclipsing the moment
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| That’s to remember with heart-beating joy
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| Yesterdays are memories, they’re hanging on to me
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| Severely, merrily playing a song |