| Tell me it’s all
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| Tell me it’s all just a dream
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| Tell me it’s all
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| And I’m leaving you to tell me what’s real
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| Don’t leave me oh
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| For crying out loud
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| Would you keep the racket down?
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| Voices in my head
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| Screaming just to shout
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| Weak in the knees
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| Thank God you’re so hard to please
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| I’ve been sleepwalking down
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| Dead-end streets
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| God only knows
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| It’s written in them bones
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| I push you right out of my mind
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| God only knows
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| It’s written all over your face
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| Now you’re fighting to hide
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| Your fever’s starting to show
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| It’s starting to show
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| See what you start
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| You made a mess of it all
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| You put the pen to the paper
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| Not on the stalls
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| When I get old
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| And all my stories are told
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| I still won’t tell you
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| What you’ve done
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| God only knows
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| It’s written in them bones
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| I push you right out of my mind
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| God only knows
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| It’s written all over your face
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| Now you’re fighting to hide
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| Your fever’s starting to show
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| Tell me it’s all
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| Tell me it’s all just a dream
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| Tell me it’s all
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| And I’m leaving you, tell me what’s real
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| Don’t leave me oh
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| God only knows
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| It’s written in them bones
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| I push you right out of my mind
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| God only knows
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| It’s written all over your face
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| Now you’re fighting to hide
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| Starting to show
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| Starting to show
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| Starting to show
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| Starting to show
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| Starting to show
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| Starting to show
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| Starting to show
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| You’re starting to show
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| You’re starting to show |