| Living in hysterical hills
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| Dying down in cliché canyon
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| Finally what gets us fighting
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| Are tiny little misunderstandings
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| It’s not funny that you used my name
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| So you could get another religion
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| Living in hysterical hills
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| Dying down in cliché canyon
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| We get out of the canyon
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| We hike up to the euphoric heights
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| To throw such killer parties
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| Everybody gets pretty nice
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| The people start touching people
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| People that they don’t even like
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| We get out of the canyon
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| We hike up to the euphoric heights
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| We’re going on a hike
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| We’re gonna try to reach the peak of the euphoric heights and that’s right
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| We do it almost every night
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| We stepped down from the mountain
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| With a fond farewell from our hosts
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| They throw such killer parties
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| Everybody gets pretty close
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| I believe in three short things
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| The father, son and holy ghost
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| And having well looked down from the mountain
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| At the bloodshed down below
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| We’re going on a hike
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| We’re gonna try to reach the peak of the euphoric heights and that’s right
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| We do it almost every night
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| We’re going on a hike
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| 'Cause you can’t get to heaven from the cliché canyon
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| You get too frightened when you get halfway up the mountain
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| When we get off, everything’s soft
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| Everything’s just kind of floating
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| Everything’s sparkling, everything’s soft
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| Everything’s just kind of floating
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| When we get off, everything’s soft
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| Everything’s just kind of floating
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| Everything’s sparkling, everything’s soft
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| Everything’s just kind of floating
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| We were hanging at a rock and roll club
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| That was painted up like hell
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| The bar was painted black
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| They had the skull mugs up on shelves
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| I believe in three short things
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| But some nights you don’t feel so well
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| You shouldn’t be the singer in a «be yourself» band
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| If you don’t want to be yourself |