Intro  
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Verse 
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Little baby with a broken cup, trying to fill it with a distant love 
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She was flipped out right down the line 
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He was breathing last time I looked, dressed in white like a missionary cook 
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Or like a sorcerer making water from wine 


[Refrão]
 
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Everybody gets lonely, (lonely),  when the crowd turns mean 
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Well intentioned pedestrian crossing at the green 

Interlude  
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I was there when the internet broke, believe mister it wasn't no joke 
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Trooper Huck Finn putting up detour signs 
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There were maps floating everywhere I was shaved by a hair on a barber chair 
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It was mystic when I went on line 


[Refrão]
 
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Everybody gets angry, (angry),  at last to arrive 
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Well intentioned pedestrian wait impatiently on the other side 

Bridge 
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To hell with the man with the message, three cheers for the lovers who tried 
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Well intentioned pedestrian blindfolded and walking in the line of fire 

Interlude  
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Verse 
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I know I'm never gonna figure it out,  
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love'n hate, life'n death, faith'n doubt 
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But its the losing that's got me down 
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Its just a question of serenity  
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but when they giving that out they forgot about me 
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I guess I was out of town 


[Refrão]
 
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Everybody gets busted, (busted),  and everybody tries hard 
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Everybody's a hero, (hero),   in their own backyard 
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Well intentioned pedestrian flying on a credit card 

Outro  
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