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    Just another microcosm somewhere in the ether
    Putting a world to rights with Bing Crosby eyes
    Oversharing and its bitter aftertaste
    Exactly the wrong time in exactly the wrong place
    Save it for a rainy day
    Baby, you go hard in the paint
    It's just another race to anyways

    Philanthropic toga party
    What a place for both the opposite sides
    Of my double life to finally collide
    Sharing secrets I was taking to the grave
    Nosebleeds from epiphanies I took full in the face
    Oh, come all by the fire, babe, let’s all participate
    In yet another race to anyways
    Oh, how's your Mum and Dad been doing
    With the generation gap?

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    Yeah, I'm behind my movie camera
    I’ve got my megaphone
    You can call me Alexander
    It's nice to meet you all

    Listening to the Shipping Forecast
    Driving to the airport
    Me and the guys
    Metropolis ablaze in the rear view
    Devising methods to both have and eat your cake
    Mmm, just like the ones that Mother Nature used to bake
    You look as if you know exactly what I'm gonna say
    Is just another race to who?
    Anyways

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    Composition: Alex Turner

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