| Yelling at the world as he leaves us all behind
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| Looking for a girl who still says «Be kind, rewind»
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| Travelling at speeds, maternity exceeds
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| Rolling through time and space like tumbleweeds
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| I wanted to wave the white flag and join the hive
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| And arrive alive with you
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| I wanted to stuff the white bag with human lies
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| And get out alive
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| And cut through
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| I wanted to sing for my supper
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| Down every upper
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| And slide from room to room
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| Baby, we are meant to drift until we die
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| Maybe let us in to rip while we curse and cry
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| Give us a little less imagination and more feels
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| A vapid dissertation that takes a thousand years
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| I wanted to change the outcome that she’d arrive
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| From 9 to 5 to 1−2
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| I wanted to save the comrade that she survived
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| And display it in Kathmandu
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| I wanted to share the sharecropper
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| And launch the Big Bopper
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| Arrive alive with you
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| Building a better mouse trap takes a hundred million bills
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| Because sailing through stars requires next level skills
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| Building a better damn takes a certain kind of beaver
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| Because to trip the fantastic you must become a true believer
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| I wanted to take all the provision that you provide
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| And drink Five Alive with you
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| I want to sign the dotted line and stay inside
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| 'Cause there’s literally nothing to do
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| I want to discount the bee counter
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| Make the edges rounder
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| Arrive alive with you |