| Been living in the city too long now
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| Even my lungs have started to groan
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| Everybody is singing their own song
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| Sometimes I wanna sing alone
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| Never been a primadonna
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| Never seem to wanna be the one to complain
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| Enough’s too much and now I’m gonna
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| Stop the madness soon before it drives me insane
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| So, take me where the sun won’t shine on me
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| Take me where my conscience won’t go
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| Take me where the sun won’t shine on me
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| Don’t tell me I’m backing out 'cause I don’t wanna know
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| Everyone around this town is so angry
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| Blaring horns, swearing, shaking fists
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| If everybody in the world was a hit man
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| We’d wipe each other off each other’s hit lists
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| Who wants to stand and be counted
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| All anger ever amounted to was lines on your face
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| I don’t want to be the one to start the shouting
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| I’m part of this society and I know my place
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| So, take me where the sun won’t shine on me
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| Take me where my conscience won’t go
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| Take me where the sun won’t shine on me
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| Don’t tell me I’m backing out 'cause I don’t wanna know
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| Everything around this town is so boring
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| Nothing changes, nothing doesn’t stay the same
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| Ten years ago when we had high ideals
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| We couldn’t wait to play the protest game
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| But now we have our thing together
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| Brand new leather, three bank accounts
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| Who cares about the starving millions
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| We’re just happy that our cheques don’t bounce
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| So, take me where the sun won’t shine on me
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| Take me where my conscience won’t go
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| Take me where the sun won’t shine on me
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| Don’t tell me I’m backing out 'cause I don’t wanna know |