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These days the stars seem out of reach But these days there ain't a ladder on these streets These days are fast, love don't last in this graceless age Even innocence has caught the midnight train And there ain't nobody left but us these days |
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I wish I was a neutron bomb, for once I could go off I wish I was a sacrifice but somehow still lived on I wish I was a sentimental ornament you hung on The Christmas tree, I wish I was the star that went on top I wish I was the evidence, I wish I was the grounds For 50 million hands upraised and open toward the sky |
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