| A different time and place
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| Some new faces in my life is what I’m needing
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| I’ve grown old too fast and whole weeks pass
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| Without a single glimpse of meaning
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| And if disaster came at least there’d be a change
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| It’s got to be better than sitting on this beach
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| I feel it there in front of me but in my present life of holding court
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| With scheming money grabbers it’s getting further out of reach
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| So give me something new
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| Something to break through the normal
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| The things I have to do
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| To keep myself from falling out of view
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| A different way to walk some new words to talk
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| A climate change is what I’m needing
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| I’ve turned to the dark, I’ve ignored the spark
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| I’ve found ways to numb my feelings
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| But it’s no good, behind my hood
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| Dreams of better days in better places
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| I feel it there in front of me but in my present life of holding court
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| With ungrateful pretenders it’s getting further out of reach
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| So give me something new
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| Something to break through the normal
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| The things I have to do
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| To keep myself from falling out of view
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| So give me something new
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| Something to break through the normal
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| The things I have to do
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| To keep myself from falling out of view
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| So give me something new
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| Something to break through the normal
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| The things I have to do
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| To keep myself from falling out of view |