| Loud noises from the road
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| They don’t scare me anymore
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| But I miss the white corridors
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| At the place where we lived before
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| And in our very best get-up
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| We stepped down into the world
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| This city’s soul was still up for grabs
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| For thos who’d fly across town in a taxi cab
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| To fly across town in a taxi cab
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| To fly across town in a taxi cab
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| These days I’m in the bubble
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| I’m living what they call a quiet life
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| I do no more than what’s expected of me
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| And I hope I will suffice
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| So take another soft pillow
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| Take your pill and drift away
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| This really is a good life, on the whole
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| And who am I to crave so much more?
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| It really makes no sense at all
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| I wasn’t always, I wasn’t always this way
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| I wasn’t always, I wasn’t always this way
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| I was always on the outside
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| Trying to weazle my way in
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| But I was always gonna make my home
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| Outside of everything
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| You, when you were new
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| Nothing would taste as good as you
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| When you were new
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| I thought it would be a breakthrough
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| How could it ever go wrong?
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| A new experience so long overdue
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| It was the heady high I always aimed for
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| And all I told you then was true
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| That I could hide myself in you
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| Out of love or laziness
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| Now, if nothing else then that’s what I’m gonna do
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| I take another soft pillow
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| I take my pill and then I drift away
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| To wake brain dead at the break of day
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| I used to have so much to say
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| It seems I’ve, said it all
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| I wasn’t always, I wasn’t always this way
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| I wasn’t always, I wasn’t always this way
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| I wasn’t always, I wasn’t always this way
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| I wasn’t always, I wasn’t always this way |