| Some will say it’s too late
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| So don’t change your story
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| There’s too much at stake to grow
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| Yesterday was so great
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| Just bask in the glory
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| Don’t let your feelings show
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| And I say, oh yeah
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| Like a man with condition
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| I wait for my heart to stop
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| And they say, «Stay down
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| Got a plan, hold that position
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| You can’t afford a flop»
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| Pack my suitcase
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| With my game face
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| Take the same place
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| And put away the dreams I had
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| Let my hair grow
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| Find some old clothes
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| Let the world know
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| That my glory days were plaid
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| I’m not asking for permission
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| Are you ready for me to be me?
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| Just pass the ammunition
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| This prisoner’s about to bust free from the chains
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| For so long you told me to keep it familiar
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| Just play what they all would buy
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| I can wear this blindfold, stick to your story
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| But I gotta ask myself «Why?»
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| And I play those songs
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| For so many seasons
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| 'Til I’m sure I’m losing my mind
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| And I say, «Oh no
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| Gotta have a much better reason
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| To leave all my dreams behind»
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| Others change it
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| Rearrange it
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| Stay the same thing
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| And become your favorite fad
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| With the see-through
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| I gotta be true
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| I can’t be you
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| Polyester comes in plaid
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| I’m not asking for permission
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| Are you ready for me to be me?
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| Lord, pass some ammunition
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| This prisoner’s about to bust free from your chains
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| I’m more than just excited
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| Like a hundred pounds of monkey off my back
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| I’ve got to find myself out
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| Now everybody’s invited
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| To ride this train 'til we run clean out of track
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| Clean out of track
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| With the see-through
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| I gotta be true
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| I can’t be you
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| Polyester comes in plaid
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| I’m not asking for permission
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| Are you ready for me to be me?
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| Pass some ammunition
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| This prisoner’s about to bust free from the chains
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| I’m more than just excited
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| Like a hundred pounds of monkey off my back
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| I’ve got to find myself out
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| Now everyone’s invited
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| To ride this train 'til we run clean out of track
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| With the see-through
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| I gotta be true
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| I can’t be you
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| Polyester comes in plaid
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| I’m not asking for permission
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| Are you ready for me to be me?
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| Better pass some ammunition
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| This prisoner’s about to bust free from the chains
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| I’m more than just excited
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| Like a hundred pounds of monkey off my back
|
| I’ve got to find myself out
|
| Now everyone’s invited
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| To ride this train 'til we run clean out of track
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| I’m not asking for permission
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| Are you ready for me to be me?
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| Just pass some ammunition
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| This prisoner’s about to bust free from your chains
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| I’m more than just excited
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| Like a hundred pounds of monkey off my back |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Plaid , by - Chicago. Song from the album The Studio Albums 1979-2008 (Vol. 2), in the genre Иностранный рок