| They told me not to make a sound
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| When I walk around
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| So I step real lightly on the ground
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| I wonder what it used to be
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| All this machinery
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| Got no room to breath
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| The walls are running into me, there’s something never Hannah sees
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| But I, I got to do better
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| Got to do better
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| I wonder what it used to be
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| My nights are played out
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| I got to go to work
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| I’m eating takeout
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| Just got to find some time to get on out and make out
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| I don’t know what to do
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| Just watch me fade out
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| Oooh, just watch me fade out
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| Oooh, don’t let me fade out
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| Get a way, vay-kay rendezvous
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| All day too, maybe parlez vous
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| Français, gotta go where
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| It’s picante
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| Double fine wine that reads the rhyme tamers
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| Stub is concave
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| Trilingual with the lingo
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| Need to go worldwide like a hit single
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| Married to the game like a Beatle
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| With a Ringo on the pinky region
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| Sink my teeth into the slice of life
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| The time and the price is right
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| Tonight’s the night where I just might
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| Wake up next morning in the a different location
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| Racing back to the city, no stopping
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| You think I make trick shots, I been globetrotting
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| Come pass the map and let’s get lost
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| And live sweet like yams with extra sauce
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| Two, three
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| It’s not that I …
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| Extra sauce?
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| Ooph
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| I wonder what it used to be
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| My nights are played out
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| I got to go to work
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| I’m eating takeout
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| Just got to find some time to get on out and make out
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| I don’t know what to do
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| Just watch me fade out
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| Oooh, just watch me fade out
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| Oooh, don’t let me fade out
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| Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm
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| Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa yeah-eh
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| I wonder what it used to be
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| My nights are played out
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| I got to go to work
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| I’m eating takeout
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| Just got to find some time to get on out and make out
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| I don’t know what to do
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| Just watch me fade out
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| Oooh, just watch me fade out
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| Oooh, don’t let me fade out |