| Got a bad case of mumbles, I’m tripping and I stumble
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| My face is stuck in yesterday’s news
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| I stand up and wonder as the night’s raining thunder
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| No one’s saying just who lit the fuse
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| Meanwhile we’re swirlin' through space and time a-twirlin'
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| With so many stars in the sky
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| Everyone is guessing, hoping for a blessing
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| But who knows just what, where and why
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| Everybody’s crazy 'cept for you and me
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| And I don’t believe there’s better days to come
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| Lately I’ve been thinking, maybe we could run
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| To the land of the midnight sun
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| Everyone feels danger from the shadow of a stranger
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| But the killer may be closer than you think
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| He was such a quiet neighbour, drove a new LeSabre
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| Why just the other day we had a drink
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| Let’s have a reformation and call it liberation
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| We’ll save you from all of your sins
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| As they burned all the witches, the crowd were all in stitches
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| Those God-fearing self-righteous things
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| Everybody’s crazy 'cept for you and me
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| And I don’t believe there’s better days to come
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| Lately I’ve been thinking, maybe we could run
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| To the land of the midnight sun
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| My dream’s to meet you, at the top of Machu Picchu
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| And walk together into the sky
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| And I humbly do beseech you, as soon as I can reach you
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| To watch yourself, and keep your powder dry
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| Everybody’s crazy 'cept for you and me
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| And I don’t believe there’s better days to come
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| Lately I’ve been thinking, maybe we could run
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| To the land of the midnight sun |