| Across the city steam and light
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| Off a runway to the manufactured night-
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| In storybooks you’ll never find
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| In paper armor that you’d mind
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| They’ll hold the match to you this time-
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| And watch the smoke rings fit the crime
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| In moments you cannot reprise
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| Like a soldier or a watch that you can’t wind
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| We fought the world with hands twice-tied
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| The people cheered, the captain cried
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| I’ll keep the souvenir inside
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| It’s just better in my mind
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| And I wouldn’t lie
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| I never really wanted more
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| Than what I ever really needed after all
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| Someone that hates to see me go
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| You made a promise then you hide
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| And you said we’d all be dead by twenty-five
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| It’s not your disappointed sigh
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| It’s not you traded this for pride
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| Not that we really even mind
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| We’re just bored you’re still alive
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| And I wouldn’t lie
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| If I tried, take me down
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| And if I die here now-
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| Wishing wells and magic spells and everything between
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| Can you tell me what it’s like?
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| Or how it’s going to be?
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| (Grazie a lurens per questo testo) |