The rhythm's here is a bitch, but I guess you'll figure it out...

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Stay out super late tonight picking apples, making pies
put a little something in our lemonade and take it with us
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we’re half-awake in a fake empire
we’re half-awake in a fake empire

Tiptoe through our shiny city with our diamond slippers on
do our gay ballet on ice bluebirds on our shoulders
we’re half-awake in a fake empire
we’re half-awake in a fake empire

Turn the light out say goodnight no thinking for a little while
lets not try to figure out everything at once
It’s hard to keep track of you falling through the sky
we’re half-awake in a fake empire
we’re half-awake in a fake empire