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Look at the bright lights.
Look at the bright lights, where weâll be swimming when we die.
Look at the night sky.
Look at the night sky, where the stars have always shined.
Iâm stalking all the tricksters down from outer space.
Talkinâ like a hipster just to save some face.
Their pouring down their wisdom like amazing grace.
I swore I couldâve kissed them for the words they say.
I get way down. Oh I get way down the rabbit hole.
I came in 1987 like a cannon ball.
Everybody needs another wrecking ball â Hey!
I am a lion, sheep are crying gentle, like the silent sleep I lie in â Hey!
I donât need your diamond rings.
I ainât got no use for money, honey.
I donât need your Cadillac or Porsche, put me on the old knightâs horse.
Iâm flying like canaries out of La Rochelle,
To change the dictionary for the New World spell.
Tossinâ all my dollars down a wishing well,
Because dreaming is too daring if youâre scared of hell.
I get way down; oh, I get way down the rabbit hole.
I came in 1987 like a cannon ball.
Everybody needs another wrecking ball â Hey!
I am a lion, sheep are crying gentle, like the silent sleep I lie in â Hey!
Look at the bright lights.
Look at the bright lights where weâll be swimming when we die.
Look at the night sky.
Look at the night sky where the stars have always shined.
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