| Sean…
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| What can I say?
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| When you think you’ve had enough,
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| and there’s no more game to play…
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| If you’re feelin' life just passed you by,
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| and the story’s all the same.
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| If the little lies that you tell each night,
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| don’t impress, then you need to change.
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| Well its all right here in the game,
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| can you see yourself fall in and out of love
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| its always the same
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| can you be yourself and give it up for love.
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| Well no one can blame,
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| if you’re feelin' out of touch,
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| while your dreams all slip away.
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| If your feelin' tired of the bumpy ride
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| and the roads all lead you away,
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| from the city life and the phony smiles,
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| don’t forget, your home’s where you stay.
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| But its all just part of the game
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| where you see your self go, in and out of love,
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| you’re always the same
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| can you free yourself and live enough for us?
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| Well its all right here in the game,
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| can you see yourself fall in and out of love,
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| its always the same
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| can you be yourself and give it up for…
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| All just part of the game
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| where you see your self go, in and out of love,
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| you’re always the same
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| can you free yourself and live enough for…
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| There’s a soul here in you and I,
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| one that can make you fly,
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| don’t let it pass you by…
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| If you’re feelin' its passed you by,
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| and if you’re feelin tired,
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| feelin' the city life…
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| There’s a soul here in you and I,
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| one that can make you fly,
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| don’t let it pass you by…
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| If you’re feelin' its passed you by,
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| and if you’re feelin tired,
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| feelin' the city life… |