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Everybody is in too many pieces
No-man's land surrounds our desires To crack the shell we mix with others Some lie in the arms of lovers The city is the place to be With no money you go crazy I need an occupation! You have to pay for satisfaction We live as we dream, alone To crack the shell we mix with the others Some flirt with fascism Some lie in the arms of lovers We live as we dream, alone [Repeat: x5] Everybody is in too many pieces No-man's-land surrounds me! With no money we'll all go crazy (we apologize) Man and woman need to work It helps us define ourselves We were not born in isolation But sometimes it seems that way We live as we dream, alone [Repeat: x5] We live as we dream, alone The space between our work and its product Some fall into fatalism As if it started this way We live as we dream, alone [Repeat: x3] We live as we dream, alone (We live as we dream, alone) We live as we dream, alone (We were not born in isolation) We live as we dream, alone (But sometimes it seems that way) (The space between our work and its product) We live as we dream, alone We live as we dream, alone (As if it always must be this way) We live as we dream, alone We live as we dream, alone We live as we dream, alone (With no money we'll all go crazy) |
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