| Slipping out of sight from the chorus line
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| Everybody reaching for the light
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| Sunday sleeping in
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| Dreamed another sin
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| But you were always waiting like a child
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| I’ve gone wild
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| Have a little faith the dead will rise
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| I don’t know anything
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| I thought I told you, I thought I told you, babe
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| I don’t believe in anything
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| I thought I told you, I thought I told you, babe
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| It all came down, bursting like a bubble
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| I took it to the sky, go and looking for some trouble
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| But you were always there in the back of my mind
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| You were dancing in the rain on the fourth of July
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| I can still recall the feeling of it all
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| Everybody there to watch me fall
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| In your Sunday dress
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| An ache in your chest
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| But I could never open up my eyes
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| Lord, I tried
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| Have a little faith and you’ll be alright
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| I don’t know anything
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| I thought I told you, I thought I told you, babe
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| I don’t believe in anything
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| I thought I told you, I thought I told you, babe
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| Oh my God, look at you, a rebel
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| You tearing it all down, always spitting out gravel
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| Holding on for someone dear that I can’t feel
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| looking in the mirror from the center of me
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| It all came down, bursting like a bubble
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| I took it to the sky, go and looking for some trouble
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| But you were always there in the back of my mind
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| You were dancing in the rain on the fourth of July |