| When you look out at night, you are surrounded by people,
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| Cracked in the heat again, dead on their feet again, people,
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| Rings all around their eyes, flashing their whitest lies,
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| Taking their medicine, till they’re all out of time, people, people,
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| What does it say to you when you can’t face all those people
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| You could run out of friends faster than making them
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| Out on your own again, now you don’t know how to feel, feel
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| When you’re looking for reason and finding confusion
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| You’re caught in the crossfire, learning to thrill,
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| Well there’s gotta be some way out of the groove
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| Now you’re caught in a maelstrom, spinning your laughter
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| Feeling your backbone turn into glue
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| And I wanna be so fine, people
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| When you look out at night, are you surrounded by people
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| Cracked in the heat again, dead on their feet again,
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| taking their medicine, till they’re all out of time, people, people
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| When you’re looking for reason and finding confusion
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| You’re caught in the crossfire, learning to thrill,
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| Well there’s gotta be some way out of the groove
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| Now you’re caught in a maelstrom, spinning your laughter
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| Feeling your backbone turn into glue
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| And I wanna be so fine, people
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| people, people, people |