It's not utopia
but it's what we have on
and it's not a givin solution
but the elevator
takes us up and down livin under these blinking stars
and it's not a promise
but it looks like gold and sun
fixing all of these problems
to get the price
of love
to get the job done again
and it's not utopia
but it's why we don't ever stop all of the fun
and run from time again
and time is a window tomorrow
so we enlist all of our feeling
with our cash in hands
and we are the cards
in this galaxy
that time is dealing of this
fantasy
and like pawns to our knees
and we do the best that we can
to get to live in the city again
saving each tear falling down to plan again
for next weekend babe
and it's not utopia
but its why we walk this walk and
this talk
again
babe
©mrnothing
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