| There’s a new day coming up over the east side
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| There’s an unseasonable weight in the air
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| Hasn’t rained here in a long time
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| It’s been a real dry year
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| Sirens going off in the distance
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| Someone’s house is burning down
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| Somewhere, a young man is dying
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| Somewhere, a lost child is found
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| Somedays it feels like we’re dreaming
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| Moving like shadows in a trance
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| Are these my feet going through the motions?
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| Are these my feet attempting to dance?
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| Somedays the world feels like a building on fire
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| But everyone’s ignoring the smoke
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| You would vote for a comedian
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| If he could comfort you with a joke
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| So you hold onto your values
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| Like they’re gonna save you from the fall
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| Your offspring as an offering
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| So you don’t have to choose at all
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| We get by on consumer masturbation
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| Sensation is satiation
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| The accumulation of all your high school insecurities
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| All your lost love and aspiration
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| All your failed attempts at inspirational speeches
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| You give yourself at night when you can’t sleep
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| When everyone on the internet is far more interesting
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| And far more happy and far more happy
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| And far more
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| Tell me where all of this is going to, going to
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| Tell me where all of this is going to, going to
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| Now the sky’s given up her child
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| And the dead grass of the back lawn
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| I hope she takes the water in my body when I’m gone |