When your hopes are batted down like your eyelids
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Where the streets all sparkle like the eyes of kids
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And you rise and wipe the sleep and the stupor from your eyes
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You've been cold and uncompromising
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With ambitions as broad as the horizon
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Tunnel vision focused on a consolation prize
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In your darkest hour
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You're left looking at your shaky hands
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And bits of carefully constructed plans
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And you feel just like a stranger to everyone you see
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Everything they show you
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Says they don't even know you
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So you wave goodbye to your old friends
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And you greet new enemies
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In your darkest hour
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Wasted your daylight on the death of feeling bad
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Stuck in this rut all afternoon
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No place to go, no face to know
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No angel watching you
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You're all alone now in your darkest hour
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The minutes tick by in no man's land
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And you've lost it all on a dead man's hand
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Your delusions are so much dust, and there's no one you can trust
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You're wondering when it'll ever end
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You wave goodbye to old enemies and meet new friends
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You pick yourself up and get back on your feet
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On those sparkling streets
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Sparkling Streets
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The GC5 |