Gray light, new day leaks through the window
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An old soul song comes on the alarm clock radio
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We walk the forty blocks to the middle
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Of the place we heard that everything would be
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And there were barricades to keep us off the street
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But the crowd kept pushing forward
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Till they swallowed the police
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Ya they went wild
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We left before the dust had time to settle
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Now all the broken glass swept off the avenue
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And on the way home held your camera like a bible
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Just wishing so bad that it held some kind of truth
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And I stood nervous next to you in the dark room
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You dropped the paper in the water
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And it all begins to bloom
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Ya they go wild
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Ya they go wild
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Ya they go wild
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Ya they go wild
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And just when I get so lonesome I cant speak
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I see some flowers on the hillside
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Like a wall of new TVs
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Ya they go wild
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Old Soul Song (For The New World Order)
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| Bright Eyes |
