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I'll be you, you'll be talkin' to a flowerpot |
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That's hardly worth a thought or a plague of frogs |
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And we will vomit up our Chicago luck and we will dance |
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On broken sheets of glass to make our point |
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And if this town seems too big |
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If the traffic freaks you out |
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I will be your lightning rod |
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Delivering sound to you |
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He's a charming wreck and he's a handsome wreck |
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The kind of rat that took my woman back to his pad |
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And I'm not travelin' and I'm not sleepin' |
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In the clothes I wore a hundred times or more |
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And if this town seems too big |
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If the traffic freaks you out |
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I will be your lightning rod |
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Delivering sound |
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And what will I do? |
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What will I do |
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When my nerves get topsy turvy? |
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I'll be you if you want me to |
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I'll clean your clock |
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And if this town seems too big |
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If the traffic freaks you out |
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I will be your lightning rod |
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Delivering sound |
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I can see beneath your skin |
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It really freaks me out |
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I will be your camera's flash |
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Delivering sunbeams |
