| Let’s make this complicated
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| Thinking is overrated
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| We’re busting out of this shitty little town, and
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| Green grass and colored lenses
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| Tear down these picket fences
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| Burn in our beds while the city lies sleeping
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| Why, oh, why
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| Are we starting up and going down?
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| And my, oh, my
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| Just the two of us in Nothingtown
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| Our superhero play
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| We’ll leave this town today
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| Hold on tighter, with my lighter shining through
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| These city streets are burning
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| Rose red, your wheels are turning
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| Make me believe someday we could really leave, and
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| Blindfold a new direction
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| Stop asking better questions
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| Don’t figure out that we’re never getting out, and
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| Why, oh, why
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| Are we starting up and going down?
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| And my, oh, my
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| Just the two of us in Nothingtown
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| Our superhero play
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| We’ll leave this town today
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| And I’ll row it if you steer it
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| I’ll yell until you hear it
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| Hold on tighter, with my lighter shining through
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| Why, oh, why
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| Are we starting up and going down?
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| And my, oh, my
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| Just the two of us in Nothingtown
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| Our superhero play
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| Our dreams get in the way
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| And I’ll row it if you steer it
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| I’ll yell until you hear it
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| Hold on tighter, with my lighter shining through
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| Still stuck in Nothingtown
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| Still stuck in Nothingtown
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| Come on, let’s go |