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Thumbs Down Reality Check

why can't they leave why can't they live why can't they live you be don't you know what goes around comes around what goes up must come down when it comes

Will you tango dance in the maze of cold romance will you party celebrate praising everything hat's fake don't sell yourself cheap your emotions should

Get out-this is no playground get out-this is no high school get out-I'm pretty sure get out-we can cope without you you condemn how they live you condemn

darkness emotional turmoil my thoughts are like a fickle autumn sky overcast one moment the next they're bright postmodern images keep flashing through my head like perpetual reality check

I love to lose myself in your narrow streets by your river by your cathedral I feel your pulse I feel your beat I hate those brief encounters with all

Yeah yeah yeah whatever you say man no no no I've got to go our empty words our empty words mean nothing these shallow thoughts get us nowhere yeah yeah

Used to be a man of extremes figured out things aren't always what they seem to be it was time to live time to give growing up forced me to put things