All those wasted hours we used to know
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Spent the summer staring out the window
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The wind it takes you where it wants to go
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First they built the road
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Then they built the town
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That's why we're still driving around and around
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And all we see are kids in buses longing to be free
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Wasted hours before we knew
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Where to go and what to do
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Wasted hours that you make new
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And turn into a life that we can live
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Some cities make you lose your head
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Endless suburbs stretched out thin and dead
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What was that line you said?
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(Something about now, our time it owns us now)
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Wishing you were anywhere but here
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You watch the life you're living disappear
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And now I see we're still kids in buses longing to be free
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Wasted hours before we knew
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Where to go and what to do
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Wasted hours that you make new
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And turn into a life that we can live
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Wasted Hours
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| The Arcade Fire |
