| you wake up like a hungry tiger
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| with your shopping bag in your hand
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| surprise, surprise
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| revenge was the night
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| and all your money turned into sand
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| you’ll run till you stop in a gateway
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| with your loving heart beating alone
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| nurses of mercy won’t cover this issue
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| jesus is calling and you pick up the phone
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| slow down, those are passions
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| running like birds over our heads
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| and the question is — will we allow them
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| to make their luxurious nests in our beds
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| slow down, those are passions
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| running like birds over our heads
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| and the question is —
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| who drives us?
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| one day we’ll jump off the end of the world
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| where no one has ever jumped before
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| and swim to reaching the islands of the lord
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| with no passions anymore
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| slow down, those are passions
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| running like birds over our heads
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| and the question is — will we allow them
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| to make their luxurious nests in our beds
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| slow down, those are passions
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| running like birds over our heads
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| and the question is —
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| who drives us?
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| .then one day you’ll say that i’m special
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| and i will say that you’re special, too
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| and no matter then who drives us
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| it’s you |