| Pullin' down backstreets, deep in your head
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| Slippin' through dreamland like a tourist
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| Pullin' down backstreets, deep in your head
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| Slippin' through dreamland like a tourist
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| That first friend you had, that worst thing you said
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| That perfect moment, that last tear you shed
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| All you’ve done in bed, all on Memorex
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| All 'round-'round your head, all 'round-'round your head
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| Pullin' down backstreets, deep in your head
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| Slippin through dreamland like a tourist
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| Pullin' down backstreets, deep in your head
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| Slippin' through dreamland like a tourist
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| You’ve had too much of the digital love
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| You want everything live, you want things you can touch
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| Make it feel like a movie you saw in your youth
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| Make it feel like that song that just unopened you
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| You were ten years old, holdin' hands in the classroom
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| He had a gun on the first day of high school
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| You want something bizarre, old conceptual cars
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| You want girls dressed in drag, you want boys with guitars |