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Can get a long way to the top |
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If you don't wanna rock n' roll |
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The party just don't stop |
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And all their beats won't go |
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I can breathe on my own |
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There's no need to pitch along |
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Here's my breed, a silent tone |
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And I please no one, no! |
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I can reach all night |
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I hear them preach all right |
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But the prayers fall back |
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On the senders selfish neck |
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And there's what I get: |
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It's nearly almost there, |
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Without a leave |
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And as much I want to share, |
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It's still a: not much me |
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In a while it's close to gone |
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Inappropriate and fun |
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Was it you, who said it's wrong? |
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If it's true, I might be done! |
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I can reach all night |
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I hear them preach all right |
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So my prayers fall back |
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On the senders selfish neck |
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And here's what you get: |
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I'm sad and out of love |
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We never love enough |
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A wounded heart plays rough |
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And out of touch |
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[solo] |
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I can reach all night |
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I hear them preach all right |
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But the prayers fall back |
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On the senders selfish neck |
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And you get yours yet! |
