| I’d say it was the right time
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| To walk away
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| When dreaming takes you nowhere
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| It’s time to play
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| Bodies working overtime
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| Your money don’t matter
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| The time keeps ticking
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| When someone’s on your mind, on your mind
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| I’m moving in slow motion
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| Feels so good
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| It’s a strange anticipation
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| Knock, knock, knockin' on wood
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| Bodies working overtime
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| It’s man against man
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| And all that ever matters is, baby
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| Who’s ahead in the game
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| Funny but it’s always the same
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| Playing, playing with the boys
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| Staying, playing with the boys
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| After chasing sunsets
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| One of life’s simple joys
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| Is playing with the boys
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| Said it was the wrong thing
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| For me to do
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| I said it’s just a boys' game
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| But girls play too
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| My heart is working overtime
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| In this kind of game
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| People get hurt
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| I’m thinking that the people is me
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| If you wanna find me I’ll be
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| Playing, playing with the boys
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| Staying, playing with the boys
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| After chasing sunsets
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| One of life’s simple joys
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| Is the boys
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| I don’t wanna be the moth around your fire
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| (With the boys)
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| I don’t wanna be obsessed by my desire
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| (You're shining, you’re smiling)
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| (I'll see it now)
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| I’m ready, I’m leaving
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| (I'm staying, you play too rough)
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| I’ve seen enough
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| You play too rough
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| Playing, playing with the boys
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| I’ll be staying, playing with the boys
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| After chasing sunsets
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| One of life’s simple joys
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| Is playin' with the boys |