| Look at the sky and feel the sunlight on your face
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| Tell me again what makes you sad
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| Imagine how it all appears from outer space
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| Don't dream about the dreams you had
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| We're running fast
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| Not fast enough to comprehend
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| See all the lonely girls and boys
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| They promise everlasting time in Wonderland
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| And such a lot of pretty toys
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| Come on, come on, come on
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| Don't you know it's gonna be
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| High time for everyone
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| For all the freaks, the fools, the lovers and maybe
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| You want to join us on the way back home
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| They drop the pleasure bombs
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| They Strike you down you folks
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| You common people get off your asses and move along
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| What do you need to fall asleep to feel alive
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| The tv tells you every day
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| A bigger thing, a whiter white, another wife
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| A 57 chevrolet
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| Come on, come on, come on
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| Don't you know it's gonna be
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| High time for everyone
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| For all the freaks, the fools, the lovers and maybe
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| You want to join us on the way back home
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| They drop the pleasure bombs
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| They Strike you down you folks
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| You common people get off your asses and move along
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| Money can't buy it
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| Sex can't buy it
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| You can't buy it
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| Love can
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| High time for everyone
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| For all the freaks, the fools, the lovers and maybe
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| You want to join us on the way back home
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| They drop the pleasure bombs
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| They Strike you down you folks
 | 
| You common people get off your asses and move along
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| High time for everyone
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| For all the freaks, the fools, the lovers and maybe
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| You want to join us on the way back home
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| They drop the pleasure bombs
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| They Strike you down you folks
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| You common people get off your asses and move along |