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From where I stand, I can see |
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They've got the upper hand of me |
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Reminds me of this world at last |
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Simply changes much to fast for me |
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And when they call out, will I hear them? |
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And when they fall out, will I see them? |
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This yellow light on the crowd |
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And colors way to loud to see |
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Reveal their drive, we could change it |
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Try to rearrange it |
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They call me a Tom Boy and I let them |
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'Cause only a Tom Boy could forget them |
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And simply change it |
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They call me a Tom Boy and I love it |
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'Cause only a Tom Boy could stand above it |
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By simply changing |
