| You wake up to the sound of alarms
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| And you’re driving your fabulous car
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| Listening to the music that reminds you
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| You used to be young, you used to be young
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| And now you’re searching for a sign with your name
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| To define you the king of the game
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| What will you do when there’s nothing left
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| For you to earn and for you to learn?
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| So dose me up, once is not enough
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| I can still see the ground
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| And from this high rise view, looking down on you
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| I’m not the one wasting my time
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| And every culture has its own magazine
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| And information takes the place of your dreams
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| Finding ways to fill up the silence
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| But it’s all that you need, turn on your TV
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| So dose me up, once is not enough
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| I can still see the ground
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| And from this high rise view, looking down on you
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| I’m not the one wasting my time
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| This is the end of the world news
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| This is the end of the world news, sponsored by God
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| So dose me up, once is not enough
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| I can still see the ground
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| And from this high rise view, looking down on you
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| I’m not the one wasting my time
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| So dose me up, once is not enough
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| I can still see the ground
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| And from this high rise view, looking down on you
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| I’m not the one wasting my time
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| So dose me up, once is not enough
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| I can still see the ground
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| And from this high rise view, looking down on you
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| I’m not the one wasting my time
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| So dose me up, once is not enough
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| I can still see the ground |