Nobody ever had a dream round here,
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but I don't really mind that it's starting to get to me
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Nobody ever pulls the seams round here,
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but I don't really mind that it's starting to get to me
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I've got this energy beneath my feet
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like something underground's gonna come up and carry me,
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I've got this sentimental heart that beats
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but I don't really mind that it's starting to get to me
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Now, so Why do you waste my time?
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Is the answer to the question on your mind
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And I'm sick of all my judges
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so scared of what they'll find
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But I know that I can make it
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As long as somebody takes me home,
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every now and then...
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Oh, have you ever seen the lights?
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Have you ever seen the lights?
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I took a shuttle on a shock-wave ride,
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where people on the pen pull the trigger for accolade
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I took a bullet, and I looked inside
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And Running through my veins
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An American masquerade
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I still remember Grandma Dixie's wake,
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I never really known anybody that died before
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Red white and blue upon a birthday cake,
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My brother, he was born on the fourth of the July...
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and that's all, So why do you waste my time?
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Is the answer to the question on your mind
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And I'm sick of all my judges,
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so scared of letting me shine
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But I know that I can make it,
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as long as somebody takes me home...
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Wooooooo!
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(every now and then) [x2]
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You know I've seen London and I've seen Sam's Town
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holds my hand and let's my hair down
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Rolls that world right off my shoulder
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I've seen London and I've seen Sam's Town now.
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Sam's Town
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| The Killers |
