| Who needs remote control
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| The way I feel right now is impenetrable
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| And on a big fourth down, a bump in the road
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| The shortest little tunnel ride from lake to Monroe
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| Ring, ring, ring oh, my death machine
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| You know it rings all day it doesn’t mean anything
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| I took the ride line south
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| The mask on my mouth
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| For all my friends in different metropolitan towns
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| For all my friends in different metropolitan towns
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| Just another wrinkle in the cloud
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| It’s what you get
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| It’s where you are
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| That’s how we’re built
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| What a world, what a world
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| It’s what you get
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| It’s where you are
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| It’s not a race
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| What a world, what a world
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| It’s like a whistle in the wind
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| Feels like the end of everything
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| Who sees the thread in the veil
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| I need my government check, got lost in the mail
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| And for the fresh new pack, 15 on the bill
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| Everything considered still a drop in the pale
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| Ooh-wee, check your messages please
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| I’m in the crib these days where would you rather be
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| I miss the brown line track
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| Too close to the screen
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| 'Cause that view of the city is my favorite scene
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| Yeah, that view of the city is my favorite scene
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| Covered up the wrinkles underneath
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| It’s what you get
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| It’s where you are
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| That’s how we’re built
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| What a world, what a world
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| It’s what you get
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| It’s where you are
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| It’s not a race
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| What a world, what a world |