| Wrap me up in goodbyes
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| Old Sargasso sky
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| 'Cause I’m about to take flight
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| Please don’t ask me why
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| If the devil wants me
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| Tell him I got high
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| 'Cause life is what you make it
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| You got yours and I got mine
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| When the end comes my way
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| Will I drop to my knees and pray?
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| And if my parents ask you
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| Tell them I’ll be okay
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| And now the robots have made the rounds
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| Sand dunes filled up all our towns
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| The foxes howl and the creepers prowl around
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| The peeling wet bricks of London town
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| Foxes howl and the way men cower
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| Won’t you find a way for me somehow?
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| So let’s get dirt on an Oxford shirt
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| Throw a party so we won’t get hurt
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| See you frown through your evening gown
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| When I fall from the wagon
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| Twisted frown from the businessmen
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| Won’t you find a way from me somehow?
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| When I fall from the wagon
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| Hiding from the businessmen
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| Won’t you find a way from me somehow?
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| I tried to make a call to heaven
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| Phone lines cut back in '97
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| Radio silence all the way down
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| The robots make all the paper rounds
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| And all the kids have left the towns
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| Foxes howl and the preachers bow down
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| When I fall from the wagon
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| Twisted frown from the businessmen
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| Won’t you find a way from me somehow?
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| When I fall from the wagon
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| Hiding from the businessmen
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| Won’t you find a way from me somehow? |