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Something told me it's all happening
We've all gone to look for America
with holes in our confidence
and holes in the knees
of my jeans
Me and room service
and holes in the knees
of my jeans
Me and room service
are living the life of sin
Couched in our indifference
My words trickle down
I have squandered my resistance
I wonder how your engine feels
Like a bridge
over troubled
waters?
I'd rather be a sparrow
I'd rather be a sparrow
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