| We get left high and dry
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| We never tasted the high life
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| I checked the runner’s sky
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| Deaf ears upon the poor cry
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| Ocean in the background
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| Someday I will be found
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| It’ll come around
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| It’s gotta come around
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| It’s gonna come around
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| Oh you think it might sound funny
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| Till all your wealth and all
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| Your money’s gone
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| Who loves the scum?
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| Not everyone
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| Wait for the crumblin' sky
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| Rain down radiated love
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| Wait for the crumbling night
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| Send the spirit from above
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| And no more lucky ones
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| I see it now
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| We’ll have our time when stars collide
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| And bring this whole sham down |