| My eyes are stuck on sleepless dreams
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| This world is never what it seems
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| We’ve sold it short it’s what were taught
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| Lost it in the living
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| Allegiance is the strangest thing
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| It’s grown too fast, grown some wings
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| It’s flown away, flown away
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| The back door to heaven is open wide to me
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| So when I’m wrapped up tight in a hell of the night
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| Can I still decide to be where the mad road goes
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| 'Neath the shapeless glow
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| Or will we swop ourselves like children
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| For the value of our innocence
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| A gentleman’s a golden card and a red, red rose
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| Transformed by some strange alchemy
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| You stand apart and point to me
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| And point to something I can’t see
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| And it’s a lousy rainbow anyway
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| Allegiance is the strangest thing
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| It’s grown too fast, grown some wings
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| It’s flown away, flown away
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| The back door to heaven is open wide to me
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| So when I’m wrapped up tight in a hell of the night
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| Can I still decide to be where the mad road goes
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| 'Neath the shapeless glow
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| Or will we swop ourselves like children
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| For the value of our innocence
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| A gentleman’s a golden card and a red, red rose
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| Your cheating heart will choose a way
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| To borrow, burn and throw away
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| Tomorrow same as yesterday
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| It’s a lousy rainbow anyway
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| The back door to heaven is open wide to me
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| So when I’m wrapped up tight in a hell of the night
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| Can I still decide to be where the mad road goes
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| 'Neath the shapeless glow
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| Or will we swop ourselves like children
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| For the value of our innocence
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| A gentleman’s a golden card and a red, red rose |