| From nothing comes nothing
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| Multiply it by what you please
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| Because they’re completely vacant
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| So utterly vacant the eyes become
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| Relying on something
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| Scraping up every bit of change
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| Turning pockets inside out
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| 'Til it’s finally light out, the mornings come
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| Was it that something you needed
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| Confused with something you want
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| It’s like a pot of gold dropped out of the sky
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| Let’s keep our head in the clouds
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| Keep our head in the clouds
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| You shouldn’t think the world’s holding out
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| Don’t let your mind go to doubt
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| Remember what I’m telling you
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| Let’s keep our head in the clouds
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| Keep our head in the clouds
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| You shouldn’t think the world’s holding out
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| Don’t let your mind go to doubt
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| Remember what I’m telling you
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| (Looking for another satellite)
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| (Looking for another satellite)
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| The sky may be clouds
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| But they are not here to just make rain
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| But to color the sunset
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| I don’t mind if I get wet, it’s worth the pain
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| Digging for silver lining
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| Mining out every bit I can
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| Until my fingers are bleeding
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| And my heart barely bleeding, that’s just who I am
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| Sometimes something I needed
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| Confused with something you want
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| It’s like a pot of gold dropped out of the sky |