| Here again, playing the lonely game
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| Blind as a fool who won’t see (O-oh)
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| Suddenly taking control again
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| What could be happening to me? |
| (O-oh)
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| My only consolation is that someday you’ll care
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| My source of inspiration, you don’t get far when you’re going nowhere
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| I can do it, do it, do it, till the morning comes
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| Like the river fills the sea
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| I can do it, do it, do it, like incessant drums
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| I can do it, like the birds and the bees
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| Hesitate, is there no end to it?
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| So tired of living a lie (O-oh)
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| Time won’t wait, too late to start again
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| Wander while wondering «Why?» |
| (Oh-oh)
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| My only consolation is that someday you’ll care
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| Perverse sophistication, you won’t get far if you’re going nowhere
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| I can do it, do it, do it, till the morning comes
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| Like the river fills the sea
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| I can do it, do it, do it, like incessant drums
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| I can do it, like the birds and the bees
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| I can do it, do it, do it, till the morning comes
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| Like the river fills the sea
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| I can do it, do it, do it, like incessant drums
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| I can do it, like the birds and the bees
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| My only consolation is that someday you’ll care
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| My source of inspiration, you don’t get far if you’re going nowhere
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| It’s not infatuation to hope that you’re the one to care
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| My final consolation, you won’t get far, you’re going nowhere
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| I can do it, do it, do it, till the morning comes
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| Like the river fills the sea
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| I can do it, do it, do it, like incessant drums
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| I can do it, like the birds and the bees
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| I can do it, do it, do it, till the morning comes
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| I can do it, do it, do it, do it |