Stop wasting your words
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convincing yourself that no one hurts
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Time killed the rebel that could not change with time
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And fashion placed a flower at the image in our mind
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Of the switchblade saint surrounded
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carving out his prose
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And mumbling what he knows
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Chorus:
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SiddHartha's of Suburbia
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Stop wasting your words
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convincing yourself that no one hurts
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And dance away your death
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and don¡¯t be alarmed there¡¯s nothing left
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It¡¯s all right
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The archetype of rock-n-roll is dying in his bed
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While the debutantes deny it and set their clocks ahead
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Cause every night is New Years and everyday is dull
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Long live rock-n-roll
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Chorus:
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SiddHartha's of Suburbia
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Stop wasting your words
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convincing yourself that no one hurts
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And dance away your death
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and don¡¯t be alarmed there¡¯s nothing left
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It¡¯s all right
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BRIDGE: They used to say the world was flat
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if you went too far you¡¯d fall
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Just beyond the cul-de-sac,
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the houses and the mall it¡¯s beautiful
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The future is a stereo that eats your favorite tapes
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The soundtrack to your youth that cannot be replaced
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So hold on to every song before they disappear
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Your future almost here
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Chorus:
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SiddHartha's of Suburbia
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Stop wasting your words
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convincing yourself that no one hurts
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And dance away your death
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and don¡¯t be alarmed there¡¯s nothing left
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It¡¯s all right
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Just hold on tight,
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Just hold on tight
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SiddHartha's of Suburbia
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| Josh Joplin Group |
