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(Jane, he's a freak) |
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(Well then so am I) |
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(And we'll always be freaks and we'll never be like other people) |
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(And you'll never be a freak 'cause you're just ... too perfect) |
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Late nights and bloodshot eyes, |
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Clock ticking half past five, |
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We're barely breathing but we're still alive. Go! |
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Our plans are all laid out, |
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Take all these unmarked roads, |
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We blaze the trails to places no goes, yeah! |
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One last chance to go, |
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If I don't leave tonight I never will, let's go! |
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One last chance to go, |
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Let's take it now in for the kill |
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In time we find ourselves, |
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Back where we started from, |
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Too weak to fight and much too tired to run, yeah! |
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Before you swallow me |
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Into your perfect life, |
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I'm not going out without a fight |
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One last chance to go, |
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If I don't leave tonight I never will, let's go! |
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One last chance to go, |
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Let's take it now in for the kill |
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(If I had to leave tonight would you come with me?) |
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(What?) |
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(If I had to go to New York, and live, tonight, would you come with me?) |
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But this blueprint's faded grey |
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And here it seems like just yesterday |
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When we mapped out the details of our great escape, |
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But still these roads all beckon me |
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To uncover their mystery |
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But I fall like dead autumn leaves and let the jetstream carry me |
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One last chance to go, |
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If I don't leave tonight I never will, let's go! |
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One last chance to go |
