| It doesn’t matter what I say
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| So long as I sing with inflection
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| That makes you feel I’ll convey
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| Some inner truth or vast reflection
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| But I’ve said nothing so far
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| And I can keep it up for as long as it takes
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| And it don’t matter who you are
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| If I’m doing my job, it’s your resolve that breaks
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| Because the Hook brings you back
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| I ain’t tellin' you no lie
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| The Hook brings you back
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| On that you can rely
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| There is something amiss
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| I am being insincere
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| In fact I don’t mean any of this
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| Still my confession draws you near
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| To confuse the issue I’ll refer
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| To familiar heroes from long ago
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| No matter how much Peter loved her
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| What made the Pan refuse to grow
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| Was that the hook that brings you back
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| I ain’t telling you no lie
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| The hook brings you back
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| On that you can rely
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| Suck it in, suck it in, suck it in
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| If you’re Rin Tin Tin or Anne Boleyn
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| Make a desperate move or else you’ll win
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| And then begin to see what you’re doing to me
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| This MTV is not for free
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| It’s so PC it’s killing me
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| So, desperately, I sing to thee of love
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| Sure, but also of rage and hate and pain and fear of self
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| And I can’t keep these feelings on the shelf
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| I’ve tried -- well, no, in fact, I lied
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| Could be financial suicide but I’ve got too much pride inside
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| To hide or slide I’ll do as I’ll decide
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| And let it ride until I’ve died
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| And only then shall I abide this tide
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| Of catchy little tunes
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| Of hip three minute ditties
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| I wanna bust all your balloons
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| I wanna burn all of your cities to the ground
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| I’ve found I will not mess around
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| Unless I play, then hey, I will go on all day
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| Hear what I say, I have a prayer to pray
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| That’s really all this was
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| And when I’m feeling stuck and need a buck
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| I don’t rely on luck because
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| The hook brings you back
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| I ain’t telling you no lie
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| The hook
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| On that you can rely |