| There’s a place we can go, we can go
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| Where every scratcher’s a winner
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| It’s ice cream for dinner
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| 'Cause as I recall, life’s not quite been a ball
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| So we’ll be heading upstairs
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| And slipping out of these cares
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| Everything I’ve ever wanted is just as possible
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| As growing up and feeling haunted
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| By the missteps that I’ve had
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| Give up, give in with no delay
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| Do you want to find some peace today?
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Push the dirt on top of me
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| I’ll be shooting shit with Mephistopheles
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| I could use a break from all this misery
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| I can think of no place I would rather be in my dreams
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| Put on a face for the show
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| They won’t know that you’ve been kept quite awake
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| By life’s yard full of rakes
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| It’s been a knock on the face
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| Every step, every pace
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| So I’ll be heading with haste
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| Where every fear is replaced by
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| A slimmer waist and broader shoulders
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| Did I mention I can fly?
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| And I never felt so devalued
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| Never had to wonder why
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| I had dreams like this, I hated
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| But it made me who I am so I’ll take it
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| Yeah, yeah!
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| Push the dirt on top of me
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| I’ll be shooting shit with Mephistopheles
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| I could use a break from all this misery
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| I can think of no place I would rather be in my dreams
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| Down, down, down, down, down
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| Yeah
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| Push the dirt on top of me
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| I’ll be shooting shit with Mephistopheles
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| I could use a break from all this misery
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| I can think of no place I would rather be in my dreams
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| Push the dirt on top of me
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| I’ll be shooting shit with Mephistopheles
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| I could use a break from all this misery
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| I can think of no place I would rather be in my dreams |