| Back of your mind
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| You’re counting it down
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| You want what you want
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| You’re not worrying now
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| Taunt the TVs
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| Left, right, left
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| Hear the lights change
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| And hide in your head
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| You slide off the side
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| And curse in your sleep
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| You kiss your clay lips
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| And kill the canteen
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| So now its all done
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| It’s all leaving or left
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| The bees will die out
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| And you’ll wonder who’s next
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| And so as part of the whole
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| You try’n let go of
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| All that you can’t control
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| Cause you spent all your spin
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| 2004, but nothing much changed,
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| And nothing felt sure.
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| Except maybe one thing
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| One ominous fact
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| So you checked yourself out
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| With the crowd that’s rolled back
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| While you’re waving goodbye
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| Clouds grouped in white flags
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| Prospectors line up
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| Cuffed jeans and messenger bags
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| Seeing memories sold
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| Grave plots in the glow
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| Cafes and condos
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| Watch’em go watch’em go, oh
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| Watch’em go, watch’em go
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| And so as part of the whole
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| You try’n let go of
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| All that you can’t control
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| So most of you stay
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| You settle in waves
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| Complacently asleep
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| Or a quarter awake
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| Keep down the dertif' in your brain
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| You can’t take
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| Truth you can’t face
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| Truth you can’t fake
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| You gotta face it, oh
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| You gotta face it, oh
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| You gotta face it |