| You came down like the news to the valley
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| An American boy dressed in corduroy
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| Oh they used to throw parades for the holidays
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| But it’s different nowadays
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| When there’s nothing worth that stays
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| But life is not about loving anybody else
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| At first you lose control and then you lose yourself
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| This life is not about loving honey
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| At first you lose control then you lose your money
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| Oh you think so much and live so little
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| Got your hope stitched on your sleeve
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| But you’re the one that deceives
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| Turning pain into a perfect product
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| Modernism is a dream we’ve been living in between
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| But life is not about loving anybody else
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| At first you lose control and then you lose yourself
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| This life is not about loving honey
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| At first you lose control then you lose your money
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| Oh what can you do
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| When your mind is a palace but your heart is a menace
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| Oh what can you do
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| Gonna burn it on a stake to destroy is to create
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| Oh what can you do
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| When your mind is a palace but your heart is a menace
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| Oh what can you do
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| There is nothing to debate to destroy is to create
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| This life is not about loving honey
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| This life is not about loving honey |