| The doors to the cinema
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| Are open for the taking
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| Like a cat on a mouse
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| I’m ready to pounce
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| Before my nerve starts breaking
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| And if I’m caught by the ticket collector
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| I promise I will always respect her
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| She might be feeling like her job
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| Is like that out of date ticket stub
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| And I get a thrill
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| I just take on seat that Hollywood couldn’t fill
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| Because I don’t want to pay
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| No, I don’t want to pay
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| When there’s no-one on the door
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| You won’t see me anymore
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| Because I don’t want to pay
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| It’s not an exercise in saving money
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| I don’t do it to impress my friends
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| I do it to start that thing in my heart
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| That fills me with adrenalin
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| Cause I’m a rebel without a ticket
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| Yeah, I’m a matinee mutineer
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| How can you know what I’m searching for
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| Till you feel that post-sneak euphoria
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| And I get a thrill
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| If only for the want of time to kill
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| Because I don’t want to pay
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| No, I don’t want to pay
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| When there’s no one on the door you won’t see me anymore
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| Because I don’t want to pay
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| No I don’t want to pay
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| It’s not the size of your budget
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| But what you do with it that counts |