| Where do we go, my blue eyed son?
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| We’re going out with everyone
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| Who’s buying in Utopia?
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| We go a long, long way
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| Cracking up the missions
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| Banging all our wages, going out of fashion
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| Who’s buying Utopia?
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| Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na
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| Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na
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| It’s such a long, long way, wishing and a-hoping
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| Long hard days gassin' and ignorin'
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| Let’s kill it, get oblivion
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| Every minute, minute by minute
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| A hissing fear’s in atmosphere
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| This is it, this is it, this is it, this is it
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| Oh, here comes history
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| Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na
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| Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na, here’s our history
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| Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na
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| Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na
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| Hey, hypnist, we’re smoking till we burn out
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| Take it to the limit, oh, baby, it’s our business
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| So let’s dance to the sound of our time running out
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| Or watch the smoke on the breeze of rising seas
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| Going down, down, down, around 'round, 'round
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| 'Cause we’re so history
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| Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na
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| Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na, here’s our history
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| Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na
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| Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na |