| A sign of the times when your eyes glaze over
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| They talk in circles never say our names
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| It’s just like striking a match in a pitch black room, yeah
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| It’s been there forever, just an old trick with a new face
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| I’ve got nothing left to prove
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| No, I’m too tired to be the nice guy
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| They don’t know me, they don’t know you
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| Say we’re too small to have a big life
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| They just keep climbing to the bright lights
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| I sneak through the door, you’re already dreaming
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| How did I ever sleep without you there?
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| They gave me the facts, but none of the feeling
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| I toss and I turn like white ash in the air
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| I’ve got nothing left to prove
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| No, I’m too tired to be the nice guy
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| They don’t know me, they don’t know you
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| Say we’re too small to have a big life
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| They just keep climbing to the bright lights
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| I’ve got nothing left to prove
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| No, I’m too tired to be the nice guy
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| They don’t know me, they don’t know you
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| Say we’re too small to have a big life
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| They just keep climbing to the bright lights
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| They just keep climbing to the bright lights
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| They just keep climbing to the bright lights |