| Just a couple of weeks ago I was in Minneapolis, St. Paul Airport
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| I was walking down the hall and all of a sudden I was confronted
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| With a big poster, which said something to the effect of:
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| «Are you tired, exhausted, hurried, and harried?
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| If so, we can take you away from all this in an escape machine»
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| «An escape machine?», you might ask
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| But you see, the really vital question:
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| «Why am I tired, exhausted, hurried, and harried?»
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| This question is what I ask
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| The whole world’s turning out just for you
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| Just for you ' Just for you
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| The moon’s burning out now just for you
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| Just for you ' Just for you
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| The whole world’s turning out just for you
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| Just for you ' Just for you
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| The moon’s burning out now just for you
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| Just for you ' Just for you
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| You’ve got the world on a string now, don’t you? | 
| (Don't you?)
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| It moves to the speed of your hands
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| Commanded at the snap of your digits
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| You can spin it how you wanna spin it ' I’m just here to visit
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| Just passing through ' Maybe kick a few notes, you know
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| But I’ve been tone-deaf since my girl left, and it shows
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| Building a fire ' Looking for footprints in the snow
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| Tap dancing on landmines, angels bled letters and dead valentines
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| The red Jettas, the vendettas, and tapped landlines
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| And I’m on standby
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| And maybe it’s the greatest maladaptation of our time
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| Overworked and underpaid, the way we waste our minds, right?
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| Barely staying afloat in the exponential growth
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| So we tried out Exit Stencil ' Sketch our own
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| We still feel the hands that are wrapped around our throats
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| We stumble home, fumbling for control of the debris
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| But it’s hard to hold our weight
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| So we wear poker faces and keep switchblades up our sleeves
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| We are boxers fighting off the frost
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| Choking on pride, exhausted and lost
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| Now we survive, for what it’s worth
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| Finding our way with the filament burnt
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| Lights out
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| We don’t have time for passion anymore
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| It’s all metal poses and plastic petal roses
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| We don’t have time for passion anymore
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| It’s all metal poses and plastic petal roses
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| We don’t have time for passion anymore
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| It’s all metal poses and plastic petal roses
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| We don’t have time |