| The times are changing and there’s nowhere to run
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| Now will answer to the things that were done
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| In the night, we’ll know just who to send
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| The dogs are howling from the edge of the rain
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| Where someone said they had the right to complain
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| So they’ll beg or they’ll burn or they’ll band
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| How that everything that glitters is gold
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| Down in the middle where we’re bought or we’re sold
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| Give me what I need not what I owe
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| The place I live is just a hole in the a wall
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| As for possession, I keep nothing at all
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| I woke up sick from my American dream
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| That’s enough, not for us
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| Our hearts are racing, we don’t know who to trust
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| That’s enough, not for us
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| Our hearts are racing, we don’t know who to trust
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| Not my American dream
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| The birds are flying and the kids are in jail
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| While I’m here waiting for my ship to sail
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| In the north, we’ll be just as we were
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| The cars are screaming and the street lights explode
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| If I was you, I’d stay the hell of the road
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| If your time to you is not your course
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| Oh my goodness, oh my woman in white
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| My eyes are fixed beyond the ghost in the right
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| I don’t need the stars, I know their name
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| I’m feeling nervous with no way to relax
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| I guess I find it hard to face the facts
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| I fell down drunk with my American dream |