| Come on down to the city at night
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| And see how the people cry
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| Wish away the time
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| To the rhythm and rhyme
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| Of a lifeless lullaby
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| And everybody wants for something
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| Everybody wants for more
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| Swimmin' to the lands
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| Of the shimmerin' sands
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| And we drowned just off the shore
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| All these voices sound the same
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| All that changes is the name
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| And I just wanna hear some music with some soul
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| So many sheltered shades of grey
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| I’m not about to mourn the death of rock’n’roll
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| Cast your broken shackles away
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| And sing like you mean it
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| Sing like you’re feeling something
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| Passing the hours
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| In the glittering towers
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| As the valves begin to shred
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| Toppling down
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| On top of this town
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| They scatter on a sea of red
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| And everybody needs a detour
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| To get off the same old road
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| Take a look around
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| Turn your radio down
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| It’s there in the lines of code
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| All these voices blend to one
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| Add the minus, come to none
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| And I just wanna hear some music with some soul
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| So many sheltered shades of grey
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| I’m not about to mourn the death of rock’n’roll
|
| Cast your broken shackles away
|
| And sing like you mean it
|
| Sing like you’re feeling something
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| Everybody wants for something
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| Everybody wants for more
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| We wanna hear the jack plugs hum again
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| Everybody wants for more
|
| All these voices sound the same
|
| All that changes is the name
|
| And I just wanna hear some music with some soul
|
| So many sheltered shades of grey
|
| I’m not about to mourn the death of rock’n’roll
|
| Cast your broken shackles away
|
| And sing like you mean it
|
| Sing like you’re feeling something
|
| And I just wanna hear some music with some soul
|
| Everybody wants for something
|
| Everybody wants for more
|
| We wanna hear the jack plugs hum again
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| Everybody wants for more |