| I’ve always lived for the little things, I experience, I dream
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| In turn, my clothes are torn
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| I breathe with the city, I wake with the sun
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| I beg for your pity, I take pills for fun
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| It’s all, it’s all a part of this game I play
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| Help me, stranger, I’m begging for more
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| You’ve got plenty to spare, but you just stare at the floor
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| Help me, stranger, These streets are alive
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| I’m a capable man, I just got lost on this ride, such is life
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| I see faces melt into purple streams
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| I feel the ground shake beneath my feet
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| I will surely hate myself when the morning comes
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| But for now, I’ll enjoy it, my nightly escape
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| I know that it’s fleeting, I make no mistake
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| It’s all, it’s all a part of this game I play
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| Help me, stranger, I’m begging for more
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| You’ve got plenty to spare, but you just stare at the floor
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| Help me, stranger, These streets are alive
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| I’m a capable man, I just got lost on this ride, such is life
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| I dream of a bed made of white roses, roses
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| A house, blue and red with a short white fence, what bliss
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| I dream of a bed made of white roses, roses
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| A house, blue and red with a short white fence, what bliss
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| Help me, stranger, I’m begging for more
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| You’ve got plenty to spare, but you just stare at the floor
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| Help me, stranger, These streets are alive
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| I’m a capable man, I just got lost on this ride, such is life
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| Such is life |