| Well, look at you
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| Hands full of money you always wanted to have
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| Saying sweet life is a downright drag
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| Down to the very last seed in the bag
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| As if it’s never gonna end
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| And the scene is through
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| Summer slipped under in this neighborhood
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| I’d like to hold onto you if I could
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| But now I’m gonna have to let you go for good
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| My disenchanted friend
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| They say that character you play is rising fast
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| So you get drunk, make a half second jump
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| And experience it as the past
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| But this is it, the closer you get
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| The deeper you go, the tighter the net looks to me
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| Do you enjoy the view?
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| They say it makes you dizzy your first time up there
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| 'Til you get used to breathing rarefied air
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| Auditioning for the part of Mr. Despair
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| Well, I know him personally
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| And this hotel’s a zoo
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| You gotta be some creature to get a room in here
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| You can live like a king on a throne of tears
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| It’s a mighty long way from the innocent years
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| And it waits inevitably
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| And I’m asking you
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| If you think that success is its own reward
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| Now, then, go and see what your persistence has scored
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| The voice is a’calling, and it can’t be ignored
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| You might be underground, but you’re overinsured
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| You used to be unknown, now, you’re mapped and explored
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| You like to be untouched, now, you’re handled and pawed
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| And it’s never gonna end |