| All the delusions are real
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| I’ve seen it all before
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| That’s why you took us from here
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| Where no one knows who we are
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| Tracing maps
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| Finding a park what’soever
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| We can’t find it any longer
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| Near a close big square
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| How can one care if we’re so
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| Surprised by the end
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| Can we care if we were so…
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| And you know what you cannot hide
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| And you know what you asked for
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| We’ll trace all the neon lights
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| Can we care if we were so…
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| And you know what you can’t decide
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| And you know what were meant for
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| We’ll trace lines up in the sky
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| Come on
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| Come on
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| Come on
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| Getting it on
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| Placing tracks
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| Small leaded panes made of silver
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| We should try all the frames outside
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| Near the glass hotel
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| How can one care if we’re so
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| Surprised by the end |