| Stayed up late
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| Tried to dream ourselves awake
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| We've been growing up with grace
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| Been wondering if I should stay
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| Well, if you say so
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| Heaven knows
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| She's not quite who she hoped she'd be
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| And heaven knows I disagree
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| Just nod in time and don't misspeak
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| And all the while be wildly bored
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| So keep the front door closed
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| Keep your ears to the ground
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| Keep your eyes on the open road
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| But don't go
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| And since I can't forget
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| I want to breathe out new lungs
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| And cast a whole new silhouette
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| I want to
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| The sky could fall tonight for all I care
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| On South Street
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| I won't be there
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| After 9, met you at the station sign
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| Slightly drunk but quite contrite
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| I'm wired to the moon tonight
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| I'm going nowhere
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| Faster now
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| Headlong through the city streets
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| May Christmas lights come on for me
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| Make me believe in make believe
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| So keep the front door closed
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| Keep your ears to the ground
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| Keep your eyes on the open road
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| But don't go
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| And since I can't forget
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| I want to breathe out new lungs
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| And cast a whole new silhouette
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| I want to
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| The sky could fall tonight for all I care
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| On South Street
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| I won't be there |