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The trampoline's in the backyard
'Cause I lived with adrenaline junkies
Who think tomorrow's way too far
And Alfred Hitchcock's really quite funny
You catch it in their crazy eyes
When they're too spaced out to notice
You think you're safe, you think you're fine
Until you find, you're wanted for the circus
On, off, on, off, on, off, go, -(stop)-
I knew this
Wasn't quite your thing:
Always racing.
Not really sure
Of what you are, or what
You are chasing.
A little boy rolled his letter up and
Sent out his message in a bottle
The plastic stirs the contents below
Soon there'll be more beer than water
But the people here cannot be bothered
They came to escape their small towns
The city's pace fits the beats of their hearts
The bustle's what keeps them around
Glassy-eyed moths drop their nun cloaks
And follow the flaming red light
It had to be pumped with even more power
So its shine, through the smoke, would stay in sight
And they've gotten used to invisible stars
Bright windows have taken their place
For dark, the windows never are
Ever awake, the people stay
Racing, racing, racing,
Black hair blowing across your face, you're
Racing, racing, racing,
To keep up with the pace, but
As anyone who has ever had
A trampoline in their backyard should know
All that goes up must also come down
And when you fall, you'll feel it tomorrow.
On, off, on, off, o-
Run. Like. Hell.
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