| Hard sell
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| Feels like I’ve been here before
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| Break right through it
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| To find a new fix
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| This time
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| There ain’t no question to answer
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| 'Cause our love
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| It never fit their design
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| I’m sending messages
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| I’m sending messages
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| I’m sending messages to you
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| I’m sending messages
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| I’m sending messages
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| I’m sending messages to you
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| Hard sell
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| The structures fall through the floor
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| Bend into it
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| To make the shoe fit
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| Brand new morning taking hold
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| Did you censor your senses
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| For all those living their lives on top of you?
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| You, you
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| I’m sending messages
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| I’m sending messages
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| I’m sending messages to you
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| I’m sending messages
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| I’m sending messages
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| I’m sending messages to you
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| I want to take you back there
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| Under the pinhole sky
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| We’d sit and watch as the world passed by
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| It never looked that way before
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| I’ll take nothing less than
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| I’ll take nothing less than
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| I’ll take nothing less than all
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| I’ll take nothing less than
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| I’ll take nothing less than
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| I’ll take nothing less than all
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| I want to take you back there
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| Under the pinhole sky
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| We’d sit and watch as the world passed by
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| I want to take you back there
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| No more asking why
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| We’d sit and watch as the world passed by
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| Hail taxi
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| Hail taxi
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| Hail taxi
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| Hail taxi
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| It never looked that way before |