| Deaf, day-dreamer open up your pretty eyes
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| We don’t approve of your kind around here
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| Your lazy acquisitions lacked ambition and decisions
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| And resulted in this constant state of fear
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| I miss the way we used to breathe
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| Remember when we used to hang from all those sycamore trees
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| Why did we all give up?
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| It’s like we all don’t give a fuck
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| We’re headed straight for the sun
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| It may be where we belong
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| You’ll all be gone, when you’re gone
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| We’re headed straight for the sun
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| If you waste all your breath on your predecessors wake
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| You’ll soon be gone and we won’t even know your name anymore
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| Yellow, red, blue
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| Coward, dead, fool
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| We’re headed straight for the sun
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| It may be where we belong
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| You’ll all be gone, when you’re gone
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| We’re headed straight for the sun
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| We’re headed straight for the sun
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| It may be where we belong
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| You’ll all be gone, when you’re gone
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| We’re headed straight for the sun |