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Oh my fingers won't tap |
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Or stay still in my lap |
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I'm glued to the box |
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(to the) speeches and fireworks |
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Get up off of that kitchen floor |
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I don't know what you're crying for |
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Get up out of that comfy chair |
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I can take you anywhere |
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I'm your strong defender with a heart of ice |
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And I've no illusions that what I do is right |
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And so it's destination paradise |
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For you and I |
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The windows are closed |
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So nobody knows |
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It's raining out there |
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On the poor and the powerless |
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Get up off of that kitchen floor |
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I don't know what you're crying for |
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Get up out of that comfy chair |
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I can take you anywhere |
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I'm your strong defender with a heart of ice |
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And I've no illusions that what I do is right |
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And so it's destination paradise |
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For you and I |
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You and I destination paradise |
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You and I destination paradise |
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For you and I |
