Sun City
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Told we won the game
With our eyes closed
Our hall of fame
Oh, you're so composed
It's all the same
But we all stand still
So glad you came
The quiet makes me ill
We're all standing so still
The quiet makes meโ
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Paint me a city, paint it gold
So I know it's mine
We're owning up and growing old
Just to pass the time
And then we're running back again
To be number one, to be number one
I see the lies roll off your tongue
Yeah, one by one
One by one
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Paint me another set of eyes
So that I can sleep
I see the fiction grin at me
Right behind your teeth
So now we're running back again
To be number one
To be number one
I see the lies roll of your tongue
Yeah, one by one
One by one
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh