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(hall, allen, stewart) |
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I forgot just how to feel |
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City scene ain't no big deal |
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Soul deep so ya say |
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None of that takes my breath away |
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Oh i always seem to see |
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Both sides when they disagree |
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And neither one seems right |
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Too much city life |
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Is messin' with my inner lite |
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And everybody's too cool to believe |
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I wasn't born yesterday |
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You should know by now |
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So let's set the record straight |
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And we can carry on |
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I wasn't born yesterday |
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I'll find out |
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I ain't innocent |
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Lots of room for me to doubt |
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I never learned to cry |
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So far so extreme |
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If i'm jaded, you're naive |
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But behind that cynic's steady gaze |
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There's a wide-eyed lover drink for days |
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Oh i don't want to be |
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One of those guys who only sees |
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The joke behind the lie |
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Too much city life |
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May i don't know wrong from right |
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But baby i ain't too cool to believe |
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I wasn't born yesterday |
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I don't die for love |
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Just let the record speak |
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Then i carry on |
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I wasn't born yesterday |
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I don't die for love |
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It's never too late to come of age |
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Never too late |
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Oh i wanna learn to cry |
