| The roads are paved with gold, they’re paved with tin
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| The sky is splashed with worry, but comfort lies within
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| I walk on through when the sky is bruised and stall
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| But herein lies the hiss of reality’s fission
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| I watch the lives of others from the comfort of bitumen
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| Oh I watch your nervous steps, I note your griefs
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| I watch your joys, your tensions, your reliefs
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| I walk on through when the sky scrubs the sleep from its ducts
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| But herein lies the indignities of this sinning
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| I watch the lives of others from the safety of bitumen
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| Amanuensis uninvited
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| Scribbles down all your detritus
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| We ain’t all in this here together
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| There’s the haves, the have nots, the bleeding and the bruised
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| Oh, I’m bleeding now
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| It’s not your entertainment I really crave
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| But I feed upon all your movements just the same
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| I walk on through if your desperation’s quiet
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| And herein lies the depravity of this vision
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| It’s the lives of others, are the lives I’m living in
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| The lives of others are the lives I’m living in
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| The lives of others are the lives I’m living in
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| The lives of others are the lives I’m living in
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| The lives of others are the lives I’m living in
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| The lives of others are the lives I’m living in
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| The lives of others are the lives I’m living in
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| The lives of others are the lives I’m living in
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| The lives of others, the lives of others
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| The lives of others, the lives of others
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| The lives of others, the lives of others |