Everybody is made of clay
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ThatĄ¯s what they used to say
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Til the truth stepped on us all
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Now everything that was big is small
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Were just little crying robots
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Program me I wanna win the race
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I wanna find the place
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Where the king locked up the princess
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Jump the fence and drink a little bit of
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Red wine, mistakes, apologies
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And itĄ¯s all just
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Red wine, headaches, mythology
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(repeat)
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Now who is the king of the sky
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Jupiter says oh me oh my oh why
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Is the game always changing
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IĄ¯ve been through some strangeness
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WhatĄ¯s the matter is the feast not fat enough
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Up the ladder with your feet
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Reaching with your hands
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You can feel it and dream it
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I know you want to believe it
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Just steal it anekatips
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Take a piece of the sun
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And drink some
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Red wine, mistakes, apologies
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And itĄ¯s all just
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Red wine, headaches, mythology
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(repeat)
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Now everybodyĄ¯s in the play
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At least thatĄ¯s what the script told me to say
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IĄ¯d say: shadows cut across the heros face
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He falls from grace
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Until a little bird sang:
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The truth is never ending
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WeĄ¯re just here pretending
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LetĄ¯s all laugh so that we donĄ¯t cry
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LetĄ¯s all lift our glasses up to the sky
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For some
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Red wine, mistakes, apologies
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And itĄ¯s all just
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Red wine, headaches, mythology
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(repeat)
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Red Wine, Mistakes, Mythology
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| Jack Johnson |
