| As the day turns to night
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| Under these suburban skies
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| Think of all willing lies, of cutting ties
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| The emptiness
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| At first light, first sight
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| The world seems like a miracle
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| But try to hold it in your hands
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| And watch it get away, oh the ugliness of fate
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| When you’re always on this line
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| When you’re always on this line
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| You could’ve crossed a million times
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| But you’re always on this line
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| Oh, put your hands up, claim your crime
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| 'Cause you never had the time
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| You still get to work just fine
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| When you’re always on this line
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| But it’s alright, it’s okay
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| When there’s excuses in your way
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| You can try, just make it up
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| Settle down but don’t look up
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| At first bite, first lie
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| The world seems like it serves you well
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| But try to catch it in your hands
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| Treating it like a slave of the emptiness you crave
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| When you’re always on this line
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| When you’re always on this line
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| You could’ve crossed a million times
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| But you’re always on this line
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| Oh, put your hands up, claim your crime
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| 'Cause you never had the time
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| You still get to work just fine
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| When you’re always on this line
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| Oh, it might be unkind of me to make you feel bad
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| Oh, it might be a shame of me to treat you like that
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| When there’s everything you’ve worked for in your life
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| On this line
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| When you’re always on this line
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| When you’re always on this line
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| You could’ve crossed a million times
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| But you’re always on this line
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| Oh, put your hands up, claim your crime
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| 'Cause you never had the time
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| You still get to work just fine
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| When you’re always on this line
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| So
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| So
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| You’re so
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| So
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| So |