I walk down the diamond studded concrete canyon
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Nobody looked me in the eye
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Tried to fly to the moon
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Only made it to the sky
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I was looking, looking for
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I couldn't find a friend
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Searching for a clear connection
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Without a digital send
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Ain't it just a little scary sometimes
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To find the lies that you know to be true
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I'll find you smiling about
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Things you don't have to do
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Bill doesn't call me anymore
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I hear he's found religion
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Big haired blonde apprentice beautician
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And all the words and gesticulations that came before
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Don't seem to mean a thing
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You can feel fine to drop a dime
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If you're ever hanging by a string
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Ain't it just a little scary sometimes
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To find the lies that you know to be true
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I'll find you smiling about
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Things you don't have to do
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I hear voices crying out
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Echoes on the boulevard
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Contentious rambling incantations
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Of some senile bard
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There's too much going on around here
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To keep my head from spinning
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And this constant acceleration
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Blurs any ties to the beginning
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Ain't it just a little scary sometimes
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To find the lies that you know to be true
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I'll find you smiling about
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Things you don't have to do
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Things You Don't Have To Do
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| Norah Jones |
