| Oh, how we pray upon
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| The signs and banners now
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| The times are still to find
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| In this cold, wildest room
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| Where I can call the shots
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| And no-one tells me what to do
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| The medication’s run out
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| And now I’ve gotta choose
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| To try to fill the void
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| Or soak it up in shit again
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| Like runaround Sue
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| No-one tells me what to do
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| 'Til I step outside
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| Say, 'it's all for you'
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| So I can mask the truth
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| And hide the blues
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| My teeth are grinding
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| And the mirror’s laughing and I
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| I wonder if there’s others in this bulletproof room
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| My eyes are boiled now
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| Nothing’s shocking and I
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| I wonder if there’s others in this bulletproof room
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| I face the wall of worry now
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| But I won’t let you fall lower than me
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| Or get higher than me
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| Or go faster than me
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| Or grow older than me
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| Or feel colder than me
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| Or get higher than me
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| Or go faster than me
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| Or grow older than me
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| Or feel colder than me
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| And I said
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| Give me a jetpack
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| I’m not looking down
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| And I said
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| Give me a jetpack, baby
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| I’m not looking down
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| Give me a jetpack
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| I’m not looking down
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| We’re spinning round in this room
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| No-one knows what’s going on
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| We’re dancing in the grey
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| And on a route to the moon
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| Masked by the overcast
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| Dancing in the grey
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| We’re spinning round in this room
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| No-one knows what’s going on
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| We’re dancing in the grey
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| And on a route to the moon
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| Masked by the overcast
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| Dancing in the grey in this place
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| In this place
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| Oh, how we pray upon
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| The signs and banners now
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| The times are still to find
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| In this cold, wildest room
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| Where I can call the shots
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| But I guess that’s nothing new
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| 'Til I step outside
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| Say, 'it's all for you'
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| So I can mask the truth
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| And hide the blues
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| So I step outside
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| I say, 'it's all a ruse'
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| And now I speak the truth
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| It’s all for you
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| And I said
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| Give me a jetpack
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| I’m not looking down
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| And I said
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| Give me a jetpack, baby
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| I’m not looking down
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| Give me a jetpack |