| I play a game until I’m dead
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| Or on a magazine
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| I wanna look like I’m dead
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| Dancing on a string
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| I eat the food when it’s there
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| Make a mess of things
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| Get that look everywhere
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| But keep that look off my face
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| Everybody else want to fall in love
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| There’s no room for love in a modern sky
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| Living in the era vulgaris
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| Just drool in the dark
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| As you stare at the lights
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| From a crumbling tower
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| I see everything
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| London, Tokyo, New York City
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| There’s no love
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| There’s no love
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| There’s no love
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| Any place
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| Everybody else wanna fall in love
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| There’s no room for love in a modern sky
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| Living in the era vulgaris
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| Just drool in the dark
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| As you stare at the lights
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| All we creatures helplessly attacking repetition
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| Over, over left with who we are
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| Did you tell anyone?
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| Did you tell any place?
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| Everybody else want to fall in love
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| There’s no room for love in a modern sky
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| Living in the era vulgaris
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| Just drool in the dark
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| As you stare at the lights
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| Living in the era vulgaris
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| Just drool in the dark
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| As you stare at the lights
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| Just stare at the lights |