| Separate me from
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| Separate this
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| Life is all, life is always tales of lost and living
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| I could almost feel the breath that you were almost giving
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| I could see the silence in the way that you were talking
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| I could leave the signs and sirens if I could ignore it
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| Friday night, lose a little liberty
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| Saturday night, lose a lot of money
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| Sunday night, think about Friday
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| All my life, things change
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| Things change
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| Things change
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| Life is separated
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| Things change
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| Things change
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| Almost every day
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| In almost every way
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| Sights and sound of love is all that’s left of modern living
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| Search for signs of life down alleyways of hidden cities
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| Friday night, lose a bit of sympathy
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| Saturday night, lose a lot of money
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| Sunday night, think about Friday
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| All my life, things change
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| Things change
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| Sights and sounds of modern living
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| I just can’t do without the sights and sounds of modern living
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| Sights and sounds of modern living
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| Sights and sounds I just can’t do without
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| Things change
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| Almost every day
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| In almost every way
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| I told the doctor, separate us
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| He warned us, both may not survive
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| Things change |