| You float along the air, with teardrops in your hair
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| Up and out the window before anybody hears
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| So wear your warmest clothes, because you’re so cold
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| Set fire to yourself and yet still your heart it froze
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| (Now) Now
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| (Now) Now
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| (Now) Now
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| Now, now, now!
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| Suzanne, I want to die holding hands
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| Running from this world’s demands
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| All those radio bands never made me feel
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| Suzanne
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| You were the girl that the world swung for
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| I was just a boy who sung until his lungs were sore
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| And in your diary you had an entry
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| Listing all your enemies, what you’d do to them and what you’d do it for
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| (Now) Now
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| (Now) Now
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| (Now) Now
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| Now, now, now!
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| Suzanne, I want to die holding hands
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| Running from this world’s demands
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| All those radio bands never made me feel
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| Suzanne, «Do you believe in Rock n Roll?
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| Can music save your mortal soul?
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| Can you teach me how to dance real slow?»
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| And in your hospital room at the midnight hour
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| You had your boyfriend back just for half an hour
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| Past the landscaped shrubs and the rusted iron gate
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| So let’s start a siege, you make a list of demands
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| Set the hostages free and we’ll die holding hands
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| Suzanne, I want to die holding hands
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| Running from this world’s demands
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| All those radio bands never made me feel
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| Suzanne, «Do you believe in Rock n Roll?
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| Can music save your mortal soul?
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| Can you teach me how to dance real slow?»
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| (Now) Now
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| (Now) Now
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| (Now) Now
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| Now, now, now! |