Everybod' could take a strung above the mouth
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Singing Hallelujah, hallelujah, plus he be the low
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I'm drifting through the streets
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Drinking gypsy wine, singing I can't believe how
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Strange it is to be in love right now
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I see the good people trying
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I remember when comfort was not an option
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(We were younger then)
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Disobeying strange, focused and restrained (?)
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We were younger then
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If you need some quiet time to process all that guilt
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Well, the desert lasts for days and out there there's nothing else to do
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Round here, they turn ocean into land
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Sell that land for gold, use that gold to build theirselves biggar better homes
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I see cranes on the horizon
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I remember when the comfort was not an option
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Disobeying strange, focused and restrained (?)
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We were younger then
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When I go to sleep
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I hardly ever dream
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When I'm wide awake
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I can't believe what I see
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I see the good people trying
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I remember when comfort was not an option
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(We were younger then)
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Disobeying strange, focused and restrained (?)
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We were younger then
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And when I go to sleep
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I hardly ever dream
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When I'm wide awake
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I can't believe what I see
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Only in pictures before have I seen
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Anything right, from where I am standing
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Looking, and I can't tell where the city stops
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And another thing begins
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We Were Younger Then
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| Taking Back Sunday |
