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From the mountain tops down to the sunny street |
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A different drum is playin' a different kind of beat |
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It's like a mystery that never ends |
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I see you cryin' and I want to kill your friends |
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I hear your footsteps in the street |
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It won't be long before we meet, it's obvious |
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Just count me in and count me out |
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And I'll be waitin' for the shout, oblivious |
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Met Mo and she's okay, said no one really changed |
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Got different badges but they wear them just the same |
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Down by the ballroom I recognized |
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That flamin' fountain in those kindred carin' eyes |
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I hear your footsteps in the street |
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It won't be long before we meet, it's obvious |
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Just count me in and count me out |
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And I'll be waitin' for the shout, oblivious |
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I hope it haunts me 'til I'm hopeless |
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I hope it hits you when you go |
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And sometimes on the edge of sleepin' |
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It rises up to let me know, it's not so deep, I'm not so slow |
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They're callin' all the shots, they'll call and say they phoned |
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They'll call us lonely when we're really just alone |
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Like a funny film, it's kinda cute |
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They've bought the bullets and there's no one left to shoot |
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I hear your footsteps in the street |
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It won't be long before we meet, it's obvious |
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Just count me in and count me out |
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And I'll be waitin' for the shout, oblivious |
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I hear your footsteps in the street |
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It won't be long before we meet, it's obvious |
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Just count me in and count me out |
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And I'll be waitin' for the shout, oblivious |
