| When the lights go out in the land of the free,
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| all that I have is a need, all that I need is unclear to me.
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| And it’s all downhill once you learn how kids are made,
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| even the dogs on the street have a little more dignity.
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| Hell
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| is a frozen lake
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| breaking up in spring,
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| changes everything.
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| Don’t close your eyes on me.
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| You can dream,
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| but everyday wake up again.
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| Don’t slip away from me,
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| you can dream
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| but you can’t have everything.
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| when you find yourself beyond the point of no return,
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| think of the chances you missed, think of the years you were out of it.
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| As the Limbo bar gets lower and there’s less Limboists.
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| Disaster stands on my doorstep, a Lucky Strike in her white lips.
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| Hell
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| is a crowded room.
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| Heaven’s just got you
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| naked on all fours.
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| Don’t close your eyes on me.
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| You can dream,
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| but everyday wake up again.
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| Don’t slip away from me,
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| you can dream
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| but you can’t have everything.
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| Through it all, never surrender.
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| And through it all, I’ll never surrender.
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| And you can’t stand up anymore.
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| Never surrender.
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| Don’t close your eyes on me.
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| You can dream,
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| but you can’t have everything. |