| You fools, you geniuses
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| Take your flight to the dawn
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| The all in its emptiness
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| Makes a break for the sun
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| And the moon in its sights
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| Keeps the tide from rolling on
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| On, on
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| There in the afterglow
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| When the feelings are all gone
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| The stars float across the sky
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| To escape from the sun
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| But the high life is a straggler
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| And it keeps on holding on
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| On, on
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| Somewhere in my empty head
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| I hear a distant song
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| And it sings to the end of day
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| And after the day is gone
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| Like an old broken record
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| It just keeps on playing on
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| On, on
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| Like an old broken record
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| It just keeps on playing on
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| On, on |