| Well, they don’t know how hard it is
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| To keep the story straight
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| When you’ve been running close all night
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| You’ve been dicing with fate
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| Is it any wonder?
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| We’re on the outside
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| Falling like thunder
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| From the sky
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| Call it by its name when you sing low
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| Hold it like a knife against you
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| Is it any wonder it stings?
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| The sun is in our eyes
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| I keep my vision tight at all the deep scenes
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| A stationary boy in a moving daydream
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| Down on the corner, watching over
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| Liquid crystal simulation
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| Like a ghost at the service station
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| In some far-off fence post nation
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| Is it any wonder?
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| We’re on the outside
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| Falling like thunder
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| From the sky
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| Call it by its name when you sing low
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| Hold it like a knife against you
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| Is it any wonder it stings?
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| The sun is in our eyes
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| And we’re changing with the season
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| Changing with the season
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| Is it any wonder?
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| We’re on the outside
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| Falling like thunder
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| From the sky
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| Call it by its name when you sing low
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| Hold it like a knife against you
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| Is it any wonder it stings?
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| The sun is in our eyes
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| Red light is fading
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| You’re caught in the moon rise
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| Leaves fall faster
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| Even your bright eyes
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| Red light is fading
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| Caught in the moon rise
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| Leaves fall faster
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| Even your bright eyes
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| Are changing with the season
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| Changing with the season |