| Oh, look at the view
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| Look at the people running, They’ve so much to do Better than you
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| Better than take what’s coming, Nothing’s ever new
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| And everything that looks so good from here
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| Living out a dream I’ve had for a year
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| Living out a dream I’ve had
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| Oh, the avenue
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| They’re taking the trees down, And they’re asking me and you
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| What can we do?
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| We can stand in a circle, Paying tribute with paper and glue
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| And everything that looks so good from here
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| Living out a dream I’ve had for a year
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| Living out a dream I’ve had
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| I was sure I’d move to heaven, But the feeling didn’t last
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| We’ve never been forgiven, For the things done in the past
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| I often stand and stare at you, Protected by the glass
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| But I have nothing more to say to you, So please don’t ever ask
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| Oh, hidden from view
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| The place that we keep from, How I miss those elegant lines
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| And the sun on the blinds
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| They beckon me down here, From what I know now are sunnier climbs
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| And everything that looks so good from here
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| Living out a dream I’ve had for a year
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| Living out a dream I’ve had
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| I was sure I’d move to heaven, But the feeling didn’t last
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| We’ve never been forgiven, For the things done in the past
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| I often stand and stare at you, Protected by the glass
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| But I have nothing more to say to you, So please don’t ever ask
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| I never knew that I had been here before
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| They’re running through houses, And breaking down doors
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| No matter where you go, They’ll follow you, follow you, follow you
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| I was sure I’d move to heaven, But the feeling didn’t last
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| We’ve never been forgiven, For the things done in the past
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| I often stand and stare at you, Protected by the glass
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| But I have nothing more to say to you, So please don’t ever ask |