Don't you know nobody lives here by choice anymore
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Don't you know no one rides for free
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Don't you know there's nothing that's just pretty like before
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Or so you keep telling me
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The ocean ain't breaking its back to look friendly
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No, the killer sleeps cold
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We run through the veins of the city in borrowed cars and frozen shoes
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We do as we're told
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Over and over and over again
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Can't make a circle so end over end we go
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Come away from the window
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The dogs will appear
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I've seem them around
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And now, as the head turns to hear
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You speak with a passion
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You know me so well
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Why should I build
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It's so easy to sell
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Push
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Push
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It's never just a little
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It's never enough
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It's never enough
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Push
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Gary Jules |