| With days so short and nights so long
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| How could we be going wrong?
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| They say we’re searching in the sand
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| In a way they’ll never understand
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| We’ll keep searching, search high and low
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| We’ll lose direction; |
| they’ll lose control
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| With days so short and nights so long
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| How could we be going wrong?
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| When we’re right where we belong
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| A world so high, it’s gonna turn
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| Where did we start going wrong?
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| They say we’re drifting in the bay
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| But we can’t hear a word they say
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| So we’ll keep drifting until we find
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| They’ve lost their children; |
| we’ve lost our minds
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| With days so short and nights so long
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| How could we be going wrong?
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| When we’re right where we belong
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| A world so high, it’s gonna turn
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| Where did we start going wrong?
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| Going wrong
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| Going wrong
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| Going wrong
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| (It won’t be long, we’re going wrong)
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| (It won’t be long, we’re going wrong)
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| (It won’t be long, we’re going wrong)
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| (It won’t be long, we’re going wrong)
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| (It won’t be long, we’re going wrong)
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| (It won’t be long, we’re going wrong) |