| I walk down the diamond studded concrete canyon
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| Nobody looked me in the eye
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| Tried to fly to the moon
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| Only made it to the sky
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| I was looking, looking for
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| That had a single friend
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| Searching for a clear connection
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| Without a digital send
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| Ain’t it just a little scary sometimes
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| To find the lies that you know to be true
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| I’ll find you smiling about
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| Things you don’t have to do
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| Bill doesn’t call me anymore
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| I hear he’s found religion
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| Big haired blonde apprentice beautician
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| And all the words and gesticulations that came before
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| Don’t seem to mean a thing
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| You can feel fine to drop a dime
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| If you’re ever hanging by a string
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| Ain’t it just a little scary sometimes
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| To find the lies that you know to be true
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| I’ll find you smiling about
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| Things you don’t have to do
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| I hear voices crying out
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| Echoes on the boulevard
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| Contentious rambling incantations
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| Of some senile bard
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| There’s too much going on around here
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| To keep my head from spinning
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| And this constant acceleration
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| Blurs any ties to the beginning
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| Ain’t it just a little scary sometimes
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| To find the lies that you know to be true
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| I’ll find you smiling about
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| Things you don’t have to do |