| Sun goes down, sun comes up
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| Days can drown in a plastic cup
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| In this town
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| In this town
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| Don’t know how, don’t know when
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| Something came but it left again
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| And I’m down
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| On this town
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| 'Cause no matter what I see
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| People love to disagree
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| Every time I say what I want to be
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| Someone says that’s not how it’s going to be
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| Come on, baby, quit your dreaming
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| Grab your things, the train is leaving
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| Time to pick that somewhere you want to go
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| Get there quick or drown in the undertow
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| Come on, baby, time is wasting
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| Choose a wheel and get to racing
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| Sun goes up and down again
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| Hard to stop feeling broken in
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| And worn down
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| By this town
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| All the same
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| You find me here
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| Placing blame and escaping fear and self-doubt
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| And this town
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| But no matter where I go
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| People love to tell me, «No»
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| Every time I say what I want to be
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| Someone says that’s not how it’s going to be
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| Come on, baby, quit your dreaming
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| Grab your things, the train is leaving
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| And if you feel like nobody understands
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| You just smile and pray that they clap their hands
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| Come on, baby, drown your sorrow
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| Work today and live tomorrow
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| Time to pick that somewhere you want to go
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| Get there quick or drown in the undertow
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| Come on, baby, time is wasting
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| Choose a wheel and get to racing |