| Bells around St. Petersburg when I saw you
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| I hope I get what you deserve
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| And this is where I find
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| Smoke surrounds your perfect face and I’m falling
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| Pushing a broom out into space
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| And this where I find the way
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| The Stadium Arcadium, a mirror to the moon
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| Well I’m forming and I’m warming
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| State of the art until the clouds come crashing
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| Stranger things have happened both before and after noon
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| Well I’m forming and I’m warming
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| Pushing myself and no I don’t mind asking now
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| Alone inside my forest room and it’s storming
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| I never thought I’d be in bloom
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| But this is where I start
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| (Derelict days and the stereo plays
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| For the all night crowd that it cannot phase)
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| And I’m calling
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| (Tedious weeds that the media breeds
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| But the animal gets what the animal needs)
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| And I’m sorry
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| The Stadium Arcadium, a mirror to the moon
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| Well I’m forming and I’m warming
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| State of the art until the clouds come crashing
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| Stranger things have happened both before and after noon
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| Well I’m forming and I’m warming
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| Pushing myself and no I don’t mind asking now
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| And this is where I find
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| Rays of dust that wrap around your citizen
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| Kind enough to disavow
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| And this is where I stand
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| The Stadium Arcadium, a mirror to the moon
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| Well I’m forming and I’m warming
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| State of the art until the clouds come crashing
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| Stranger things have happened both before and after noon
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| Well I’m forming and I’m warming
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| Pushing myself and no I don’t mind asking
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| The Stadium Arcadium, a mirror to the moon
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| Well I’m forming and I’m warming
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| State of the art until the clouds come crashing
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| Stranger things have happened both before and after noon
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| Well I’m forming and I’m warming… to you |