| Light me a smoke
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| I’ll tell you a story
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| Of how the west was won
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| Flew over diamonds
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| East river shining
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| A city sinking in the mud
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| And in a second
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| A life-long second
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| I knew what we’d become
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| We use up people, use up time
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| Use up places, we say goodbye
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| Searching for the crowded hour
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| Now there’s a buzzing in the wires
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| Look for lightning in your eyes
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| And I see it there
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| Hey hey Rockstar
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| Let’s play happy
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| This could be our final hour
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| I’ll take your picture
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| But who needs pictures?
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| They only strip you of your power
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| Don’t lose your nerve now
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| Feel the curve of the earth now
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| Rising up to meet your feet
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| We use up people, use up time
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| Use up places, we say goodbye
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| Never find the crowded hour
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| It’s time to move the saints again
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| Curse the sun to kill the rain
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| I wish I knew just how
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| We should have driven
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| Out to the ocean
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| Our hands tied to the wheel
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| Now something’s broken
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| Don’t know what’s broken
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| Or if I want it healed
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| We use up people, use up time
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| Use up places, we say goodbye
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| Where the hell’s the crowded hour
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| Scattered thoughts and promises
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| Let the wind take all that’s left
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| There’s nothing for you here
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| So take a card and put it back
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| Hide the faces cut the pack
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| The future’s not that clear
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| Light me a smoke
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| I’ll tell you a stroy
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| Of how the west was won
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| You wanted glory
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| Well here’s your glory
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| Just look what we’ve become |