| I want the trumpets and violins to play
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| I want revolvers and adrenaline today
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| I want solutions and kingdoms of love
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| Don’t want confusion in these black walls
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| But still, we stare into the fall leaves
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| Still falling from the trees
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| I was the first to call it off
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| To put them back and light the sun again
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| I want the dances and the shoes to match
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| I want the radio and you to be my catch
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| I want the world to move an inch from where I stand
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| To put defenses down and invite the band
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| No need to sob for the scars
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| I took it back and so can you
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| I’ve seen your eyes more sad than this
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| So fuck the shit and sign the list
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| I was born and then I died
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| It’s just the story of a million lives
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| They live for glory and then they die
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| Oh, why?
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| I was born and then I’ll die
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| It’ll be the story of my boring life
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| But still I know I’ve done something right |