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Some will say it's too late, |
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So don't change the story. |
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There's too much at stake to grow. |
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Yesterday was so great, |
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Just bask in the glory. |
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Don't let your feelings show. |
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And I say, "oh yeah" like a man with condition |
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I wait for my heart to stop. |
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Stay down, |
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Got a plan hold that position. |
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You can't afford a flop. [Chorus:] |
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Pack my suitcase |
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With my game face, |
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Take the same place, |
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And put away the dreams |
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I had. Let my hair grow, |
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Find some old clothes, |
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Let the world know |
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That my glory days were plaid. |
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I'm not asking for permission, |
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Are you ready for me to be me. |
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Just pass the ammunition, |
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This prisoner's about to bust free from chains. |
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For so long you told me to keep it familiar, |
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Just play what they all would find, |
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I can wear this blindfold, stick to your story, |
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But I gotta ask myself why. |
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And I play,.., goes on |
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For so many seasons, |
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Til I'm sure |
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I'm losing my mind. |
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And I say, oh no, |
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Gotta have a much better reason |
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To leave all my dreams behind. |
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Strangers, |
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Rearrange us, |
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Stay the same fate, |
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And become your favorite fad. |
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With the see-through, |
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I gotta be true, |
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I can't be you. |
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While yes still comes in plaid. |
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I'm not asking for permission |
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Are you ready for me to be me. |
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Lord, pass some ammunition, |
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This prisoner's about to bust free from your chains. |
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I'm more than just excited, |
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Like a hundred pounds of monkey on my back. |
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Now everybody's divided, |
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We're riding this train til we run clear out of track. |
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Clean of track. [Chorus] |
