| I had a nightmare I lived in a little town
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| Where little dreams were broken
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| And words were seldom spoken
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| I tried to reach you but all the lines were down
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| And so the rain began to fall on this little town
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| On this little town
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| The little people had very little left to say
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| Their words had all been shortened
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| It didn’t really seem important
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| And I had a feeling that you were very far away
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| But then a little voice inside me said
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| «You'll never get away from here»
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| And it’s 1−2-3 times and you lose
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| Of course it doesn’t matter how you say it
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| I’m all out of luck
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| So there’s nothing really more to say
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| I’m throwing it all away
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| Well we had opinions but now we all think the same
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| We never look at one another
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| Only when the other suffers
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| And I thought I saw you
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| But it was just another face
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| Plastered on a blank horizon
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| Running in the human race
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| And it’s 1−2-3 times and you lose
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| Of course it doesn’t matter how you say it
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| I’m all out of luck
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| So there’s nothing really more to say
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| I’m throwing it all away
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| And it’s 1−2-3 times and you lose
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| I’m all out of luck
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| So there’s nothing really more to say
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| I’m throwing it all away
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| I’m throwing it all away
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| I’m throwing it all away |