| I hope there’s a golden age
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| I pray for my sanity
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| Where we don’t have to answer to anyone 'bout anything
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| This is not like the brochure
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| Flying cars and sex machines
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| We’re all so compliant cause everything is what it seems
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| And they can’t build a satellite
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| To tell you how loved you are
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| Or some kind of life device
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| That holds you in, you’ve gone too far
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| And I don’t feel myself again
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| I thought I’d be fixed by now
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| Walking through the horizon
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| I find myself back here somehow
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| Give me something to die for
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| Or design a quiet mind
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| Something to like mankind for
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| Cause we don’t lie, my heart and I
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| You’ve been bending so long now
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| You think it’s standing up
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| And they line up behind you
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| To build you up, buttercup
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| We can lose all meaning
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| Quicker than a credit card
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| And not everyone’s healing
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| So try your best and don’t look too hard
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| Cause they can’t build a satellite
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| To tell you what’s in your heart
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| Or some kind of life device
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| That holds you in, you’ve gone too far
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| And I don’t feel myself again
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| I thought I’d be fixed by now
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| Walking through the horizon
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| I find myself back here somehow
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| Give me something to die for
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| Or design a quiet mind
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| Something to like mankind for
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| Cause we don’t lie, my heart and I
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| Will I ever feel that waking
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| Make it as a lullaby
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| Don’t ask me to explain again
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| I can’t lie to my heart and I
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| And I don’t feel myself again
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| I thought I’d be fixed by now
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| Walking through the horizon
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| I find myself back here somehow
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| Give me something to die
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| Or design a quiet mind
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| Something to like mankind for
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| Cause we don’t lie, my heart and I
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| My heart and I
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| My heart and I
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| I’ve been feeling so lonely
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| Feeling so low
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| So low I almost let go |