| Here we are again
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| The same old place
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| There’s still a fire inside
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| And new lines on my face
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| Everything’s the same
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| But it’s all changed
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| The pieces still make the same picture
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| Even though they’ve been rearranged
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| Another day you’ve sent
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| And we’ve twisted it all around
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| But then we left it where it lay
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| Else we would’ve burned it to the ground
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| But I can’t take it back
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| And I said I never would
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| I don’t believe in Heaven but some things might be sacred
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| At least I think they should
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| Here we are again
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| The same old place
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| Still a fire inside
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| And new lines on my face
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| In the blackest dead of night
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| Was having nightmares of these awful things
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| Things I wouldn’t ever want to think about
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| Let alone turn into words to sing
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| Was there something that I missed?
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| Along the way that was profound?
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| And is the nature of things to come to us screaming
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| And for us to cover up the sound?
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| Then I saw something, and that’s when I fell ill
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| Then I saw someone, but they just gave me pills
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| And I just felt worse so I turned away
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| And I became a place that I don’t wanna stay
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| I don’t want these visions anymore
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| I was king for a day, well not anymore
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| I don’t want these visions anymore
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| So open up the doors and help me up off the floor
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| La la la (9x)
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| And I wandered at the Union Station
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| I thought that the marble would eat my wife
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| And that the people around me were magic
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| And that I was a certain czar in the past life
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| But it was just the so-called medicine
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| Having me make these strange decisions
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| And so when I stepped into the daylight
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| That’s when I had the clear, beautiful vision:
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| I wanna live again, I wanna make amends
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| I wanna start anew, I wanna change the end
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| I wanna stick around, I wanna stay in touch
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| I wanna do some good, I wanna have enough
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| I wanna build new things, I wanna make it right
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| I wanna work each day, I wanna write each night
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| I wanna be in love, I wanna be the one
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| I wanna be something, I wanna be someone
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| Here we are again
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| The same old place
|
| There’s still a fire inside
|
| New lines on my face
|
| Everything’s the same
|
| But it’s all changed
|
| The pieces still make the same picture
|
| Even though they’ve been rearranged
|
| I don’t want these visions anymore
|
| I was king for a day, well not anymore
|
| I don’t want these visions anymore
|
| So open up the doors and help me up off the floor
|
| I don’t want these visions anymore
|
| I was king for a day, well not anymore
|
| I don’t want these visions anymore
|
| So open up the doors and help me up off the floor
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| La la la (9x) |