| Wait until dawn
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| The streets will be cool and clean again
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| Then it’s time to go downstairs
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| And meet the man
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| He’ll be sittin' in a limo with a gun in his hand
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| You’ve been waitin' like this for years
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| Through all the laughter and the cloudy tears
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| Always standin' on a tightrope
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| Through a million little bands
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| Always waitin' for redemption
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| Now it’s right at hand
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| You’ll hear me tickin' like a time bomb
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| Ready ready to explode
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| Too late to turn back now
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| I’ve gone beyond overload
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| You’ll hear me tickin' like a time bomb
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| Ready ready to ignite
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| It’s now or never, my darlin',
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| It’s too late to turn back tonight
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| Nothin' left to gain
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| Just more of the same old thing again
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| Always runnin' round in circles
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| Always workin' for the man
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| But tonight I’m breakin' out of here
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| Tonight I’m gonna make a stand
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| I’ve never felt so alive
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| My heart is on fire and so is my mind
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| Now it’s time to go downstairs
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| And meet the man
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| Catch his look of confusion
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| When I take him by the hand
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| He’ll hear me tickin' like a time bomb… |