| You try not to believe what you already know
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| You walk through neighborhoods they said you shouldn’t go Just so you can feel
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| Something that’s real
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| If you thought college was hard then wait till 27
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| But don’t take it to heart do as when you were 11
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| Recreate the scenes with action figurines
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| You send armies of dumb questions to invade my thoughts
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| Like is it possible for rebel astronauts to Smoke cigars on the moon
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| Do the deaf lip-read cartoons?
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| The ghosts have all left town and the neighbors are at war
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| And we’re deafened by the sound of the shops shutting at four
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| We’re filling days
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| With feeling dazed
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| There’s a place secret the this whole hostile race
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| You can go but only for those in the know
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| Take the tack in but it’s hidden by brambles and bracken
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| There’ll be square signs to direct the way there
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| You’ll find reams of planet print wallpaper dreams
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| You’ll find rhymes that explain what we did with the time
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| There’s a place! |