| We live on cartoons and Fridays
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| We travel wishing on the moon
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| We breathe on tiptoes and my ways
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| We get our legacies too soon
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| And we could dine out on Sunday
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| Or we could swim in acid rain
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| Where did we go?
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| How did we learn that trade?
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| No peace of mind, no home
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| Where did we go?
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| How did we learn that trade?
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| No peace of mind, no home
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| No faith or virtue
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| We live on safe regulation
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| No sense of chaos in the dance
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| No grandiose conversation
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| No sense of wasting any chance
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| We could dine out on Sunday
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| Or we could swim in acid rain
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| Where did we go?
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| How did we learn that trade?
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| No peace of mind, no home
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| Where did we go?
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| How did we learn that trade?
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| No peace of mind, no home
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| No faith or virtue
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| We should rise in the morning
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| Like being carried through the ranks
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| We wear the skin we were born in
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| Believing messages of thanks
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| And we could dine out on Sunday
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| Or we could swim in acid rain
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| Where did we go?
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| How did we learn that trade?
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| No peace of mind, no home
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| Where did we go?
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| How did we learn that trade?
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| No peace of mind, no home
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| No faith or virtue |