Here there floats an island of saints
Apprentice boys and girls
To Devils that waste their time
And they fall when shoes don't fit them so well
Slip back pumps and lounges
It's where we go to cheer them on

Riders on the right, won't you help me?
It's crowded and a bit too lonely
Mirror balls and they're spinning
Happy and ascending, yeah, yeah

All these, these words that line the page
Dye jobs fade when the sun sets
That we rent when we get bored
With the pinstripe suits
Degrees and men and personnel will wink
About lips and tigers in the past

Riders on the right won't you help me?
It's crowded and a bit too lonely
Mirror balls and they're spinning
Happy and ascending, yeah, yeah

La, la, la, da, da, la, la, la, da, da, la, da, da
California
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Cul-de-sacs but

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See the records fall
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Ssh, right

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Titration
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Part of my skin

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Expiration
La, la, la, da, da, la, la, la, da, da, la, da, da
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