| With your smile you’re making plans
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| You’ve got the world right in the palm of your hands.
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| Everything you touch is gold but your future life is bought
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| And sold.
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| It seems to me that you’ve got it made
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| But you never show that you’re afraid.
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| Now the voices in your head they make you scream
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| And drive you mad.
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| You’re on a hot line to heaven
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| Now you’re all alone.
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| Riding on a hot line
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| Riding on a hot line to heaven
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| Standing all on your own.
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| Staring eyes as cold as stone
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| I want to be at the sands alone.
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| Reaching out to cry for help
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| Once a man but now you’re just a shell.
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| You can make a deal
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| You make the break
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| But you’re heading for an early grave.
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| You’ve got to find it Got to try
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| Something special to get you high.
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| You’re on a hot line to heaven
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| Now you’re all alone.. ..
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| You’re on a hot line to heaven
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| Now you’re all alone.. ..
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| It seems to me that you’ve got it made
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| But you’re heading for an early break.
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| But now some voices in your head
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| They make you scream and drive you mad.
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| You’re on a hot line to heaven
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| Now you’re all alone.. ..
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| You’re on a hot line to heaven
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| Now you’re all alone.. ..
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| You’re on a hot line to heaven
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| Now you’re all alone.. .. |