| Somebody told me we’re all born out of tune
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| Just to get around, around and around
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| And someone told me there’s a reason to show
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| We’re all made of sound
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| As we try to find out who we are
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| Try to find out who we are
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| Somebody told me we’re like strings in a cord
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| Made to carry on with the same old song
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| And someone said we’re about
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| To dissolve into oblivion
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| As we try to find out who we are
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| We’re just trying to find out who we are
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| When we fall down again
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| When we stand tall to face the end
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| Somebody told me about the same old dream
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| We are livid full a long time ago
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| And someone told me about the same old ways
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| To come back for more
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| Trying to find out who we are
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| Trying to find out who we are
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| When we fall down again
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| When we stand tall to rise again
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| Forget the line that draws on forever
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| Forget the shape of things to come
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| You’re just a cloud of celestial weather
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| And you’re down
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| When we fall
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| When we fall
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| Forget the line that draws on forever
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| Forget the shape of things to come
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| You’re in a cloud of celestial weather
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| And you’re down
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| Forget the line that draws on forever
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| And everything you’ve thought to become
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| You’re just a cloud of celestial weather
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| And you’re down
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| When we fall
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| When we fall
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| When we fall
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| When we fall
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| When we fall |