(Aah-oh, aah-oh, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, oh) x4
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There's people crying in the streets,
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they cast ugly shadows.
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And mannequins that have no eyes,
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watch through the windows.
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The days are melting like the snow,
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in a haze of sunshine.
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This remedy will break the spell,
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inside the dead mind.
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Ah-oh, ah-oh
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Ain't got no time to think.
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Ah-oh, ah-oh
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Just tryin' to get some sleep.
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Are you feeling better?
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Feel better.
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There's people rushing with their feet,
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try to save their own time.
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Can't find the hours in the day
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to make the deadline.
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Consider this the secret hymn
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to fool the senses.
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And pay no mind to what's outside
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electric fences.
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Ah-oh, ah-oh
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Ain't got no time to think.
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Ah-oh, ah-oh
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Just tryin' to get some sleep.
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Are you feeling better?
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Feel better.
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(I'm feeling better, better,
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better, better)
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(Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah)
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Ah-oh, ah-oh
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Ain't got no time to think.
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Ah-oh, ah-oh
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Just tryin' to get some sleep.
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Are you feeling better?
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Feel better.
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Ah-oh, ah-oh
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Ain't got no time to think.
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Ah-oh, ah-oh
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Just tryin' to get some sleep.
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Are you feeling better?
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Feel better.
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(Aah-oh, aah-oh, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, oh)
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Feeling Better
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The Downtown Fiction |