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Let’s get far away from here to a place with a different view. We’ll roll on ‘til the songs sing of things that are shiny and new. You know that someone’s always got it worse than you – oh it’s true. Just remember that I love you.

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Who's gonna fight the better fight tackle the tigers when the lights get low and we all go down underground. Who's gonna build that ivory tower gather the gold before the lights get low and we all float down underground. I'll find a love with eyes like diamonds we'll grow a garden by the sea sow green 'for we all get low underground. Birds will parade through the blue sing out our names as we all take roll from our place down low underground.

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Red lights beat through shadows and lay like carpet on the bar. I talk in waves to happy fellows while some jackass plays guitar. Oh it’s hard. Graveyard ghosts come out on weekends to perch like pigeons on my wall. They know how all on which I depend dies easily without your call. Oh it’s hard. Let’s start the day with losin’ bets, set our dials and crash our cars. Let’s feed that baby cold regrets, now we know she won’t get far. I will wash all of my windows to better see the same old view. I’ll pretend to roll in pillows, though all the needles poke right through. Oh it’s hard.

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Cut across enemy lines, tip my toes on a ball of twine - how did I get out here? Sun shines like a ball of lint on broken minds in paper splints - how did I get out here? I don’t wanna be out here. Rusty nails and dirty socks, lonely heart like a letterbox - what do I do out here? Set myself on a throne of leaves; join firsts and lasts with great betweens – what do I do out here? I don’t wanna be out here. Throw a thousand eyes like scattered seeds while time passes by on an orange breeze – now that I’m out here. I don’t wanna be out here.

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Take your pretty time drawing that dividing line, collecting all your consonant rhymes ‘til everything seems perfect. Hitchhike with hypocrites with borrowed fame and surly wits, and learn to talk some glorious shit ‘til everything seems perfect. Oh what a wild campaign to hate the things you can’t explain. Why should I take my tea with one who rolls their eyes at me, and spreads bad news like potpourri? Oh how stale the scenery becomes for those who disagree with one, and all and everything – it’s never gonna be perfect.

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Below a wide and wary sea/Diverge the sounds of dark decree/He must wait these thousand years before he can hold his love again/So he builds his cold career/On sticky Salt of bitter tears/while planets dance in reverie/Before he can hold his love again/Death removes where shadows crawl topless towers of cities fall/We warp beneath the old behest that calm convenes with sin confessed/With purple heart o'er bended knee he gives himself to memory and vanishes in holy sky before he can hold his love again.