Comes a time when you get turned around and,
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Life itself just wears you out but,
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You keep gettin' ready for the big parade.
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Oh you shine your shoes and you fake a smile.
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Salute the players with that famous style,
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'Cuz keepin' up has kept you in chains.
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I was thinkin' that if you know a way out,
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Then I'd like to go with you.
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And we can burn out like candles,
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Under that paper moon.
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They just don't know anything at all.
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They just don't know anything at all.
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If by traffic jams and big TV's,
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And hipsters trapped in their own irony but,
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If I lay and think about settelin' down.
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Ah you quit your job and you sell your car.
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You burn your clothes and you pray to the stars.
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'Cuz you swore to God that you'd never end up this way.
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I was thinkin' that if you know a way out,
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Then I'd like to go with you.
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And we can burn out like candles under that paper moon.
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They just don't know anything at all.
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They just don't know anything at all.
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At all.
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At all.
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At all.
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At all.
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Comes a time when you get turned around.
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Life itself just wears you out.
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You keep gettin' ready for that big parade.
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Paper Moon
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Our Lady Peace |