| You can pick yourself up
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| You can start walking straight
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| Tonight you’re the life of the party
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| When the bar lights come on at your paper parade
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| You don’t have to chase down the moon
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| 'Cause I’ll leave the light on for you
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| It’s not your birthday
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| And it’s not the fourth of July
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| Tomorrow’s a work day
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| You’ve got a life and a spaceship to fly
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| You’ve got a woman and a beautiful yellow-haired daughter
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| Come back to earth, kid
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| You know that you can’t chase the stars underwater
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| You can play all the notes
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| You can write all the words
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| You headlined in all the big cities
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| But when the spotlights are off and the crowds have gone home
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| You could be going home too
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| It’s not your birthday
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| This isn’t Mardi Gras either
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| Tomorrow’s a work day
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| You’ve got a life and a spaceship to fly
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| You’ve got a good job and a beautiful yellow-haired daughter
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| Come back to earth, kid
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| You know that you can’t chase the stars underwater
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| It’s not your birthday
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| You should be done waking up on the floor
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| Come back to earth, kid
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| Don’t you know you’re not a kid anymore?
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| You married a good girl
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| She gave you this beautiful yellow-haired daughter
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| Come back to earth, kid
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| You know that you can’t chase the stars underwater
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| No, it’s not your birthday
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| It’s not your birthday
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| It’s not your birthday
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| It’s not your day
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| So blow out your candles
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| It’s better than letting them burn out |