| When your life has all been token
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| And your stance is akin to broken hearts
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| You’ve grown weary — I’m not weary
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| I can take your part
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| It’s eye-open time, sailor
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| When they want you to pretend
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| You were inside that playground
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| You may be old — but not so old
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| That I can’t see
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| See your old freinds and it’s as fresh as dew
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| But see what’s new and it’s all the same to you
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| Now I’m not choosy and I’m just half grown
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| I took the old man — I gave the old man
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| I took the old man back home
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| Safe with us to serenade
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| To hang around your black scarf and black ways
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| I have «no idea"he said, «no idea of what I’ll do»
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| And talking less — it chases home
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| It chases dreams — but I have really no reason, no goal and so If you «wanna"play real basic
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| If you «wanna"help us make it Don’t forget you’re alone
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| Unless it’s all alone
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| Don’t forget you’re alone
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| Unless it’s all alone
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| You get preyed upon
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| Ohh oh I need to complicate you
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| To make you hate the things you might have done
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| And come out into the morning
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| It’s the sun you want
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| Not the foreign time |