| Life is short in the laughing gallery
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| A secret handshake gets you ice cream and a key
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| To a brand new car that only drives into walls
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| Sugarcoat their eyes
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| All they want
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| Is your silence
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| Breathe in helium
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| Throw away the key
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| Dissolve in the air
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| Never free
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| In the Mile High City
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| All that’s good is the air
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| A moon that follows
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| Any road out of there
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| Gunslingers and John Denver
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| They only make me sad
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| Anyway I always thought
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| The Wild West was a drag
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| Like your silence
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| Like your silence
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| Like your silence
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| Breathe in helium
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| Lost to the day
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| A sense of the future fades away
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| There’s a cotton thread all wound into a ball
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| Don’t try and talk, caught in mid-fall
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| Your eyes are firecrackers, hopeless for tomorrow
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| Your clothes were made for dolls
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| You’re clothed in sorrow like your silence
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| Breathe in helium
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| You’re lighter than air
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| A sense of the future that disappears |