| Who are 'ya?
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| Who are 'ya?
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| With your hand on the neck of your father’s guitar
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| You wanna move toward the light
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| You wanna stay in the dark
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| Who are 'ya?
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| Who are 'ya?
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| With your hand on your prick and your eyes on the stars
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| And you wonder if the satellites are sending you some invitation
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| You wanna move toward the light
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| You wanna stay in the dark
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| And like arpeggio whore, like an arpeggiated
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| Like an arpeggio
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| I cannot stay, I cannot go
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| Up come the elevator, down go the elevator
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| And we go downtown
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| And there are rings on you, and there are chords
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| And then the angel of the future is locking all her doors
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| And then you’re shocked at how you have to con some crocodile form of the truth
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| Like a voice coming up through the floor
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| So may I hang my hat in this hallway, dear
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| I’ve made it almost halfway, dear
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| May I hang from the branches of the past to put that crocodile and his
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| crocodile tears
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| Who are 'ya?
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| Who are 'ya?
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| With your hand on the neck of your father’s guitar
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| You wanna move toward the light
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| You wanna stay in the dark
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| Who are 'ya?
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| Who are 'ya?
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| With your hand on the neck of your fathers before ya
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| Ignoring the fact that they made you all that you are
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| You wanna move toward the light
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| You wanna stay in the dark
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| You wanna move toward the light
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| You wanna stay in the dark
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| You wanna move toward the light
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| You wanna stay in the dark
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| You wanna move toward the light
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| You wanna stay in the dark
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| You wanna move toward the light
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| Why do you cry, arpeggio
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| Cry, arpeggio
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| Cry, arpeggio
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| Because you cry, arpeggio
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| No |