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With your smile you're making plans |
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You've got the world right in the palm of your hands. |
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Everything you touch is gold but your future life is bought |
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and sold. |
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It seems to me that you've got it made |
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But you never show that you're afraid. |
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Now the voices in your head they make you scream |
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and drive you mad. |
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You're on a hot line to heaven |
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now you're all alone. |
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Riding on a hot line |
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riding on a hot line to heaven |
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Standing all on your own. |
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Staring eyes as cold as stone |
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I want to be at the sands alone. |
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Reaching out to cry for help |
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Once a man but now you're just a shell. |
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You can make a deal |
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you make the break |
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But you're heading for an early grave. |
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You've got to find it |
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got to try |
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something special to get you high. |
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You're on a hot line to heaven |
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now you're all alone. . . . |
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You're on a hot line to heaven |
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now you're all alone. . . . |
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It seems to me that you've got it made |
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But you're heading for an early break. |
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But now some voices in your head |
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They make you scream and drive you mad. |
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You're on a hot line to heaven |
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now you're all alone. . . . |
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You're on a hot line to heaven |
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now you're all alone. . . . |
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You're on a hot line to heaven |
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now you're all alone. . . . |
