| Truth is I really don’t mind, only got my youth for a minute, no lie.
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| Got to put to use, melody and insight
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| The medium I choose, pen and my windpipes
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| Ohh yeah, ive been away for too long
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| I miss the bed im too fond of, certain ways of the past, part of aging is
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| having to find a road
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| Sometime ago, ohh nine or so, I listened to a loop but couldnt rhyme the notes
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| True, mabey superstar might elude to far, but i’d like to know, is it possible?
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| The snowball has got to roll
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| I’m giving it time, a vision designed, by living positioned within a little
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| distance to the lights
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| my closing eyes, been opened wide
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| It’s so damn bright, but I don’t mind
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| This land of lights, can make you blind, but not this time, time…
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| (ohh no, no, no-no-no-no)
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| Truth is I really don’t mind, only got my youth for a minute no lie
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| Looking through a shoebox, polaroid times
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| Look into my future and I go blind, like…
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| Cuz, Pickadilly Circus in the master plan
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| Southern California in a bachelor pad, too much on the plate, I didn’t ask for
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| that
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| Uncertainty the death of me and thats a fact; |
| yeah, yeah
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| This contest takes some time, «you bitter» will pace your stride
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| Burning out is nonsense, the bitter weight cold, the liquer take hold
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| The flicker make smoke, and now we not sober, now we not sober
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| Till' its all over, keep a composure all the way; |
| all, all the way…
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| My closing eyes, been opened wide
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| It’s so damn bright, but I don’t mind
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| This land of lights, can make you blind, but not this time, time…
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| Lights glow, lucid, so with in touch
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| Mind pearl, looted, so true
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| Lights glow, lucid, so with in touch
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| Mind pearl, looted, so true
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| My closing eyes, been opened wide
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| It’s so damn bright, but I don’t mind
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| This land of lights, can make you blind, but not this time, time…
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| (yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
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| (ohh no, no, no-no-no-no)
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| (no-no, no-no)
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| (yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah) |