Burn it all and break your home
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This one's for the boys
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You're a vain and shameless man
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But hell, I love your voice
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Skinny fingers and mumbling mouths
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I'd like to mark your words
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'cause sometimes I don't trust you when you're singing
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Of love and play
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It's the story of you
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Losing to your daydream
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You dancing with a smokescreen
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Goin' under with your daydream
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In the wake of a big machine
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Honey, honey, and money and man
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All my lonely boys
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Easy with the sleight of hand
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You're talking sweet 'bout the pain and the ladies
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And sometimes you look ugly when you're happy
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And sometimes you look better when you're down
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A real good song
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It's the story of you
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Losing to your daydream
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You dancing with a smokescreen
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Goin' under with your daydream
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You're sliding through the big sleep
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Man, you can sing
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Like you're tryin' to break my heart
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And you can hate
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And you can blame it on the stars
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You're strung up in your guitar
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You're strung out on who you are
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Come on boys, it's time you let it go
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(Losing to your daydream)
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(You dancing with a smokescreen)
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(Goin' under with your daydream)
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(You're sliding through the big sleep)
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See me losing to your daydream
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See me dancing with your smokescreen
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Going under with your daydream
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In the wake of a big machine
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In the wake of a big machine
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In the wake of a big machine
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For the Boys
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| The Cardigans |
