| Jamie sits in khaki clothes
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| All buckles and bows romantique
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| And he writes prose but no one knows
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| 'Cause they’re locked in a secret tin
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| He just wants to be needed
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| To be understood
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| Maybe fake some enjoyment
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| Like a glider we fly
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| Train trips, boats
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| Compile a book, read on the road, write it down
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| And hip hop tears for souvenirs
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| There’s a map, there’s a pen over there
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| He just wants to be needed
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| To be understood
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| Maybe fake some enjoyment
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| Like a glider we’ll fly, fly away
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| Take two wings
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| That never manage to touch stars' milky ways
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| Jamie is at all speeds
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| I see the beauty beyond D-mob suits
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| For new recruits
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| Get down if you dare
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| Duffy prints for new age cheats
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| Ask the family
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| Ask away
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| He just wants to be needed
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| To be understood
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| Maybe fake some enjoyment
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| Like a glider we’ll fly, fly away
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| Take two wings
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| That never manage to touch stars' milky ways
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| Jamie is at all speeds
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| I see the beauty beyond
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| He just wants to be needed
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| To be understood
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| Maybe fake some enjoyment
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| Like a glider we’ll fly, fly away |