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Sorry 'bout the things that I had to say |
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And I'll make it up to you right now at the penny arcade |
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In an open car or wherever you are |
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Push yourself too far and it might get hot |
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Well, I really don't need the confusion |
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And you know, I just ain't the type |
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To get all wrapped up in the illusion |
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Of doin something that I know ain't right, right right |
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You've got to want to rearrange |
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And keep it off the record, off the record |
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You've got to know that we will change |
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And keep it off the record, off the record, come on |
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In a crowded room, near the box of boom |
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To an artificial tune, I see you swoon |
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Well, you knew all this would turn to mist |
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If your idea wasn't kissed, why're you so pissed? |
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Well, I know you don't need the confusion |
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And I know you just ain't the type |
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To get all wrapped up in the illusion |
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Of doing something that you know ain't right, right, right |
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Right, right, right, right, right |
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You've got to want to rearrange |
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And keep it off the record, off the record |
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You've got to know that we will change |
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And keep it off the record, off the record |
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You've got to want to rearrange |
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And keep it off the record, off the record |
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You've got to know that we will change |
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And keep it off the record, off the record, come on |
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