| Just how long will these days take
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| Waiting for an earthquake? |
| Seems one already came
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| When the buses are electric
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| You don’t gotta be so quick writing up your name
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| 'Cause in the plate-glass city here
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| We build things pretty, dear, they all go down in flames
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| And all your bleepin' and glitchin'
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| Won’t sound so bitchin' if time keeps on the same
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| New friends to make going away
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| Hope you can stay, so we can say «are you okay?»
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| New friends to make going away
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| Hope you can stay, so we can say
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| Leave the party for a joyride
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| 'Cause, baby, time is on our side or so we’d like to claim
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| Can’t believe we’ve gotta take down
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| All the dudes who break down, it’s something in the rain
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| And 'bout your friend in the coffin, babe
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| It don’t happen that often, don’t hang your head in shame
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| 'Cause all your poppin' and lockin'
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| New rollin' and rockin', might still, might still remain
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| New friends to make going away
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| Hope you can stay, so we can say «are you okay?»
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| New friends to make going away
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| Hope you can stay, so we can say
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| New friends to make going away
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| Hope you can stay, so we can say «are you okay?» |