On the hottest night of the year
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Lying in a patch of rhododendrons
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A bottle of whisky under my arm
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Trying to count a sky full of stars
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I dream of order, I dream of fleets
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Of Napoleon in aquamarine
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He said "Linus put that blanket down
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You've slammed your door too many times"
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He said "Linus put that blanket down
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The world won't wait"
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Boy, what you gonna do with your life?
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When I was your age, I was commanding fleets
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When I was your age, I was soaked in victory
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And now you can't keep a job and you can't keep a wife
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What a horrible mess you're gonna make of your life
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Watched way too many American films
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To be John Wayne, Brando or James Dean
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Waiting so long for your wrists to get thick
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Waiting so long for the next great party
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So many questions, so little to say
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You don't need these weights
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Boy, what you gonna do with your life?
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So you want to be an artist, want to be a singer
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Want to be remembered for what you could create
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So you want to be a cowboy, riding to the distance
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Never have to listen or answer to anyone
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So you want to be a boxer, surviving on your instincts
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Relying on your fists and the quickness of your wit
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Are you bigger than these buildings and the grey around you?
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Is your pain more worthy than everybody else?
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Drunk again in the rhododendrons
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Rhododendrons
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| Bloc Party |
