| Burn it all and break your home
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| This one’s for the boys
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| You’re a vain and shameless man
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| But hell, I love your voice
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| Skinny fingers and mumbling mouths
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| I’d like to mark your words
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| 'cause sometimes I don’t trust you when you’re singing
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| Of love and play
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| It’s the story of you
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| Losing to your daydream
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| You dancing with a smokescreen
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| Goin' under with your daydream
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| In the wake of a big machine
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| Honey, honey, and money and man
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| All my lonely boys
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| Easy with the sleight of hand
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| You’re talking sweet 'bout the pain and the ladies
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| And sometimes you look ugly when you’re happy
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| And sometimes you look better when you’re down
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| A real good song
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| It’s the story of you
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| Losing to your daydream
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| You dancing with a smokescreen
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| Goin' under with your daydream
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| You’re sliding through the big sleep
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| Man, you can sing
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| Like you’re tryin' to break my heart
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| And you can hate
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| And you can blame it on the stars
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| You’re strung up in your guitar
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| You’re strung out on who you are
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| Come on boys, it’s time you let it go
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| (Losing to your daydream)
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| (You dancing with a smokescreen)
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| (Goin' under with your daydream)
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| (You're sliding through the big sleep)
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| See me losing to your daydream
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| See me dancing with your smokescreen
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| Going under with your daydream
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| In the wake of a big machine
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| In the wake of a big machine
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| In the wake of a big machine |