| You’re playing naive
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| Your tears are on your sleeve
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| But you hide out in your room till three
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| You give me the speech
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| How you gotta stand up and be strong
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| Take the punches through the heat
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| No, you don’t fool me
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| You’re no armor made of warm
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| No ranger on the run, from your feet
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| Oh brother believe, when you got that tough look in your eye
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| I can see what hides underneath
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| But I’m not moving
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| Can’t you see?
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| Your super love, a million feet above from broken ground
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| It’s just enough, to turn the music up when you are down
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| I don’t feel it, so please
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| I’ll give that just to live it
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| The super love, the super love
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| The show must go on
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| You got your curtain close to one
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| I’ve been low, up, above in your head
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| You drive the disguise
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| Why do you feel the need to hide?
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| Why can’t you just be happy instead?
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| No, you don’t feel me
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| You’re no armor made of warm
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| At war with everyone that you see
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| Oh brother believe, when you got that tough look in your eyes
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| I can see what hides underneath
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| And I’m not moving
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| Can’t you see?
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| (Your super love) Your super love
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| A million feet above from broken ground
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| (It's just a love) It’s just a love
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| To turn the music up when you are down
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| I don’t feel it, so please
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| I’ll give that just to live it
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| The super love, the super love
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |