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The streets are lined with camera crews |
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Everywhere he goes is news |
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Today is different |
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Today is not the same |
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Today I make the action |
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Take snapshot into the light, snapshot into the light |
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I'm shooting into the light |
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Four miles down the cavalcade moves on |
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Driving into the sun |
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If I worked it out right |
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They won't see me or the gun |
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Two miles to go, they're clearing the road |
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The cheering has really begun |
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I've got my radio |
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I can hear what's going on |
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I've been waiting for this |
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I have been waiting for this |
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All you people in TV land |
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I will wake up your empty shells |
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Peak-time viewing blown in a flash |
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As I burn into your memory cells |
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'Cos I'm alive |
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They're coming 'round the corner with the bikers at the front |
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I'm wiping the sweat from my eyes |
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-It's a matter of time |
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-It's a matter of will |
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And the governor's car is not far behind |
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He's not the one I've got in mind |
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'Cos there he is-the man of the hour, standing in the limousine |
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"I don't really hate you |
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-I don't care what you do |
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We were made for each other |
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-Me and you |
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I want to be somebody |
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-You were like that too |
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If you don't get given you learn to take |
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And I will take you." |
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Holding my breath |
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Release the catch |
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And I let the bullet fly |
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All turned quiet-I have been here before |
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Lonely boy hiding behind the front door |
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Friends have all gone home |
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There's my toy gun on the floor |
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Come back Mum and Dad |
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You're growing apart |
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You know that I'm growing up sad |
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I need some attention |
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I shoot into the light |