| You’ll never know, you never really know
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| When it’s gonna, when it’s gonna turn out…
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| I wanna live in a garden city
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| Marble and glass between heaven and hell
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| I wanna dream when the lights go down
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| I wanna save my soul don’t wanna fuck around
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| Trading heaven for a living in a city made of gold
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| I wanna be where the seasons change
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| Where you never just know when Christmas comes
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| Just to lie in a prison with our fingers on the buttons
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| Making crazy, crazy, crazy beneath the burning sun
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| Trading heaven for a living in the palace of the old
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| Just know, never just know, never just know
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| When we’re gonna come back…
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| All of my friends could come around
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| And I never really worry when Christmas comes
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| And we’ll really have some parties and we’ll really tell some stories
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| We’re so crazy, crazy, crazy beneath the burning sun
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| Trading heaven for a living when your future is as good as sold
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| Trading heaven for a living when we’ll never, never, never grow old
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| He doesn’t know, doesn’t really know
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| Doesn’t ever really know (you never really know)
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| He’s gonna come back
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| When he’s going to turn out
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| I wanna live in a garden city
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| I wanna live in a garden city
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| I wanna live in a garden city
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| I wanna live in a garden city |