| Wallow in the mire and then you’re at the pinnacle
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| the fabricated smiles so wide, that of hope
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| Your composure is so greater
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| And you hold yourself so well
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| Inside, you cling to pieces
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| Of a broken carousel
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| Tonight these streets are heaving
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| With young hearts on the chase
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| We’ll have this place on lockdown
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| It’s here for you to taste
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| The night is ours
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| You’re wide awake, and I’m the same
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| Darling, you’re not the only one
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| Oh, wide awake, and I’m the same
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| Darling, you’re not the only one
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| Only one, only one
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| Baby, we are born and raised too cynical
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| In the wake of a miracle, we’d never believe
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| You impersonate the seasons
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| Your gold autumnal haze
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| But something dies inside you
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| When winter rears its face
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| Tonight these streets are heaving
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| With young hearts on the chase
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| We’ll have this place on lockdown
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| It’s here for you to taste
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| The night is ours
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| You’re wide awake, and I’m the same
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| Darling, you’re not the only one
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| Oh, wide awake, and I’m the same
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| Darling, you’re not the only one
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| Only one, only one |