| I’m making plans for the day all of this is through
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| Seeing my path there
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| Hearing the song I’ll sing and food that I’ll taste and all the drinks that
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| I’ll consume
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| Return the smile of an unmasked friend
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| As we take streets I don’t walk down cause I want to avoid
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| Fighting temptation
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| Walk at a downtown pace and treasure the crowds that once made me act so annoyed
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| Sometimes I wonder how long 'till I’m a face in one?
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| You’d be surprised to learn what you could bear to lose
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| Wanting and needing, not getting either one
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| And planning the future as the time we also choose
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| Pick out a movie, a sandwich from the street
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| Yeah, how many days in life will I spend underground?
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| Hours in total; |
| as many as it takes
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| And how many ways of feeling lousy have I found?
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| Lately I’ve counted
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| I’ve found a reason to exist
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| Living on the top
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| Of the casual
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| Begging not to go extinct
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| How many times now have I walked into that room
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| With the day shining through purple film combining?
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| Sound from the corners that you use yourself to tune
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| Like a piano, well tuned and walking slowly
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| Socks on the carpet while some kid watches my shoes
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| Feeling the sun like a bolt of lightning
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| House of dreams you were once my girl for New York City blues
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| Is this goodbye then?
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| Will you be on the other side?
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| Waiting there for me
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| Nothing left to want
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| Cashing in my claim to the world
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| Nothing more supreme
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| On the other side
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| Waiting there for me
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| Nothing left to want
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| Cashing in my claim to the world
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| Nothing more supreme |