| Rules and regulations,
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| And real estate are things I’ve left behind
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| Fights are always leaving
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| Silver wings unfolding on a dime
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| But I won’t foget to tell you
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| If I could only reconnect the line
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| I really never knew you, but come back I’d like to find the time
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| Drug and consequences
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| And ferris wheels just took us up and down
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| Fights were always brewing
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| Two perfect understudies for a clown
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| If I could piece it all together
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| Or maybe find you through a friend
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| Last I heard it was St. Louis
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| But I wish that it was Mandalay Again
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| Come back I’d like to find the time
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| Plant a seed and raise a little Cain
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| Come back we’ll throw a rope around the moon
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| And pretend that we’re in Mandalay Again
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| Fuel and information
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| Are Siamese twins who poison everything
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| Lies that left us drowing
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| Rumor that burned like gasoline
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| I could have read you like a book
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| Instead I acted dumb and blind
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| I was younger then and foolish
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| Come back I’d like to find the time
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| Come back I’d like to find the time
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| Plant a seed and raise a little Cain
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| Come back we’ll throw a rope around the moon
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| And pretend that we’re in Mandalay again
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| It it wasn’t in the afterglow of wine
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| Or the chatter of some European girl
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| I’d have understood that after all these years
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| There were those who chose to separate our worlds
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| Separate our worlds
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| Come back I’d like to find the time
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| Plant a seed and raise a little Cain
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| Come back we’ll throw a rope around the moon
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| And pretend that we’re in Mandalay again
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| And pretend that we’re in Mandalay again
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| We’ll pretend that we’re in Madalay again |