| We’ll correct collegiate mistakes
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| A shower of formal ideals
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| Completely soused the hearts on our sleeves
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| As they drowned we could hear them screaming
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| «Oh, what a tragic way to see our final days»
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| I attempt to talk up the town
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| «The answers are in the arches of the 20th century towers
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| And in comfortable cars in motion»
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| And yet it still remains, this incessent refrain:
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| «You're just like the rest, your restlessness makes you lazy»
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| Keeping busy is just wasting time
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| And I’ve wasted what little he gave me
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| All around
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| I know the conscious choice was crystal clear
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| To clean the slate of former years
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| When I sang softly in your ear
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| And tied these arms around you |