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He walks in the bedroom |
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And picks up the phone |
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He's singing to the beat of the dialtone |
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If he could he would shrink down |
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To fit through these holes |
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In rubber and plastic |
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That'd be fantastic |
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He'd crawl through these phonelines |
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To castles or farms |
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Or just across the stateline |
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And into your arms |
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We'd learn to distinguish truth |
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From false alarms |
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And fade into summer |
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Like we were the months of the year |
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And we'll fall asleep |
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Every night so easily |
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Like some kind of brand new disease |
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Hey we got it but c'est la vie |
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Don't you wonder how villains sleep |
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Every night so easily |
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If they can do it baby so can we |
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Just remember I'll be your breeze |
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Oh well i feel like myself |
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I finally feel like myself |
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Honey don't you feel like yourself |
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Feel like yourself |
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Cause I learned we all play |
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Our part in this thing |
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We've all got a song we were |
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Put here to sing |
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It's less of a circle and more of a ring |
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That keeps up together |
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Like we were prize fighters |
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I'll be like that |
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Heart that you cut out |
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And pinned on your sleeve |
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I thought I told you |
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That I needed you |
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Just to keep breathing |
