| Nobody ever had a dream round here,
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| but I don't really mind and/that it's starting to get to me
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| Nobody ever pulls the seams round here,
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| but I don't really mind and/that it's starting to get to me
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| I've got this energy beneath my feet
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| like something underground's gonna come up and carry me,
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| I've got this sentimental heart that beats
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| but I don't really mind (and) it's starting to get to me
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| Now.."Why do you waste my time?"
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| Is the answer to the question on your mind
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| And I'm sick of all my judges
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| so scared of what they'll find
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| But I know that I can make it
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| As long as somebody takes me home,
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| every now and then...
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| Oh, have you ever seen the lights?
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| Have you ever seen the lights?
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| I took the shuttle on a shock-wave ride,
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| where the people on the pen pull trigger for accolade
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| I took a bullet, I looked inside
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| Running through my veins
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| An American masquerade
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| I still remember Grandma Dixie's way/wake,
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| I never really known anybody to die before
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| Red white and blue upon a birthday cake,
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| And my brother, he was born on the fourth of the July...and that's all
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| "So why do you waste my time?"
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| Is the answer to the question on your mind
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| And I'm sick of all my judges,
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| so scared of letting me shine
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| But I know that I can make it,
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| as long as somebody takes me home...
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| Wooooooo!
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| (every now and then)
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| (every now and then)
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| (You know) I see London, I see Sam's Town
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| holds my hand and let's my hair down
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| Rolls that world right off my shoulder
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| I see London, I see Sam's Town |