| Why’s it so strange when they say
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| That the world’s movin' upwards?
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| Why’s it surreal when my hands
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| Feel they can’t roll the dice?
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| Why’s it so great just to wake every day
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| Alive and by your side
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| It’s a mystery I guess
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| There’s lots of things I cant find
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| It’s not the way that you look
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| But your move that catches my eye
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| Why’s it so soft when the cannons
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| Unload on the others?
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| Why’re we so loud when we say
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| It won’t happen to us?
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| Why does my mind blow to bits every time
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| They play that song?
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| It’s just the way that he sings
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| Not the words that he says, or the band
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| I’m in love with this soul
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| It’s a meaning that I understand |