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In a well-to-do arcadeThe private schoolgirl sings "The Internationale"Without irony or ideologyTender and irrationalRouse me with a melodyI don't know what to doAnd a rallying callFrom a shopping mallIt may just see me throughWhat were you counting on?Some things, they just don't add upConsume until it's goneOne day you'll find you're fed upHere comes the morning sunAt last the lightsThere behind the glass resides the bright skyMakes no sense at allSo why even try?Just buy, buy, buyIn a doorway poorly litTaking shelter from the rainSaying softly "you don't know the half of it"Letras de cancionesThinking "here we go again"Hold me to your body nowI need to lose my mindI've spent so many yearsNow inside my head, the exit's hard to findWhat were you counting on?Some things, they just don't add upConsume until it's goneOne day you'll find you're fed upHere comes the morning sunNo matter how you're stressingLong after you're long goneIt will be incandescentHere comes the morning sunOh, it's trueWe fell like shiny coins out of the blue skyWe made no sense of itWe never even tried, eyes wideIgnorance is bliss and moreAnd besidesI'm aliveYou're aliveHear it echo off the windows and the shutters of the quiet arcadeA brand new day From Letras Mania