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a hundred acres, we spread ourselves thin we're just looking for a place to fit so we move into a ghost house in a ghost town slam the door watch the whole thing fall down we're gonna shake our hips we're gonna bruise our wrists sometimes these streets belong to me but now they belong to everybody everybody else i see i'm not looking for action, just some distraction we're gonna shake our hips we're gonna bruise our wrists we're gonna cross every goal off the list and never gonna get any more fulfilled now you feel amputated, yr a body of phantom limbs (oh yeah) cuz everything you reach for stays in its place yr feeling now it'll always be the same but i don't wanna be moping around like some kind of new wave Charlie Brown if i've got the rock then who's got the candy? who's gonna cut the eye holes for me? i'm gonna sleep in vans driving down motorways escape the city jumping on board trains i'm drinking coffee because the days pass too slowly i'm drinking coffee because the days pass too slowly we're gonna shake our hips we're gonna bruise our wrists i'm gonna click my heals together 3 times and hope i'm somewhere new when i open my eyes