| You’re sittin' in your seat
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| And then you stand and clutch your breast
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| Our music drives you wild along with the rest
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| You watch me singing this song
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| You see what my mouth can do And you wish you were the one I was doing it to And you watch me playin' guitar
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| And you feel what my fingers can do And you wish you were the one I was doing it to Well, listen
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| You’ve got great expectations
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| You’ve got great expectations
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| You’re dying to be seen
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| And you wave and call my name
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| But in the day it seems that I’m a million miles away
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| You watch me beatin' my drum
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| And you know what my hands can do And you wish you were the one I was doing it to Well, listen
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| You’ve got great expectations
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| You’ve got great expectations
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| You’ve got great expectations
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| Then you feels these eyes from the stage
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| And you see me staring at you
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| And you hear between the lines, my voice is calling to you
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| Well, listen
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| You’ve got great expectations
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| You’ve got great expectations
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| You’ve got great expectations, do you want to play the role
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| You’ve got great expectations, you’d even sell me your soul
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| You’ve got great expectations
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| You’ve got great expectations
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| You’ve got great expectations, do you want to play the role
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| You’ve got great expectations, you’d even sell me your soul
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| You’ve got great expectations, as long as you can play the role
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| You’ve got great expectations |