| Well I woke up last night in a technology haze
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| My eyes were all sparked
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| From this common malaise
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| So I found me a doctor who said hed even me out
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| Take my highs and my lows
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| cause the colours were just to loud
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| And as the day becomes night
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| And we only want greys
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| And the innocence runs out
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| Well this is the price to pay
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| Mr. jangle what you gonna do when the sun breaks down and the rain pours through
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| Tell me baby, what you gonna do this time
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| Mr. jangle what you gonna do when the sun breaks down and the rain pours through
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| Tell me baby, what you gonna do this time
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| This time, what you gonna do this time
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| What you gonna do, gonna do You got caught on my teeth so I spit out my tongue
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| And I cut off these hands just to see if the feeling would come
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| And we drank til we drowned til we chocked on the world
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| And we bathed in the beauty of all of you
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| Mr. jangle what you gonna do when the sun breaks down and the rain pours through
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| Tell me baby, what you gonna do this time
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| Mr. jangle what you gonna do when the sun breaks down and the rain pours through
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| Tell me baby, what you gonna do this time
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| This time, what you gonna do this time
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| What you gonna do, gonna do Cant cant cant wait til tomorrow comes
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| (hold on)
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| Well I woke up last night just outside of myself
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| Skin hair bone broke down cell by single cell
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| And I could not believe I had died in my sleep
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| Just drowned in the beauty of all of you
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| Mr. jangle what you gonna do when the sun breaks down and the rain pours through
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| Tell me baby, what you gonna do this time
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| Mr. jangle what you gonna do when the sun breaks down and the rain pours through
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| Tell me baby, what you gonna do this time
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| This time, what you gonna do this time
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| What you gonna do, gonna do Cant cant cant wait til tomorrow comes
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| Because theres joy in small places
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| Cant wait til tomorrow comes
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| Cant wait til tomorrow comes
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| It comes in small places… |