| Good mornin' everyone, gather 'round, grab a chair
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| Make yourself a drink, blow your smoke into the air
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| Contemporary sadness and fire-breathin' dragons are everywhere
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| But the days go by here in old Belvedere
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| And the way that it goes is just the way that it is
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| But do you ever wonder if anyone is ever gonna make it out?
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| Is it wonder? |
| Is it fame?
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| Or is it popularity that ruins everything?
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| It’s the river, not the rain
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| Why is everyone pretendin' that there’s not a drop to drink?
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| There you are holdin' on to everything
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| Let it all go, man
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| Let it all go, man
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| Let it all go, man
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| Let it all go
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| So I build up a fence around the man in me
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| As the Mayan and the misanthrope argue in the street
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| Angelic eyes of sadness and fire-breathin' dragons are all I see
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| But the longer I stand and the more I awake
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| The cracks in my hand and the lines on my face
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| Fail to remind me the frail and the blind see the same as me
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| Is it madness or is it fear?
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| My brother, I’m not really sure after all these years
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| Is it wonder? |
| Is it love?
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| Or is everyone believin' that it’s under their control?
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| Here we are, just waitin' to explode
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| Let it all go, man
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| Let it all go, man
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| Let it all go, man
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| Let it all go
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| Is it madness or is it fear?
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| My brother, I’m not really sure after all these years
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| Is it wonder? |
| Is it love?
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| Or is everyone believin' that it’s under their control?
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| Here we are, just waitin' to explode
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| Let it all go, man
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| Let it all go, man
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| Let it all go, man
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| Let it all go
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| Just let it all go, man
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| Let it all go, man
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| Just let it all go, man
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| Let it all go |