| Oh-oh, oh-oh
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| Oh-oh, oh-oh
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| I overheard them talking in the kitchen
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| they didn’t know I was listening
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| The two conspired in London
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| a second gunman
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| When I walked in, they praised my name
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| But deep inside I felt the same
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| Ya can’t hold back a storm that’s coming
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| I started running
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| Hey, hey
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| If I could see myself today, ay
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| This is what I’d say, hey
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| You’ve come a long, long way
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| Oh-oh
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| Hey, hey
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| If I could see myself today, ay
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| This is what I’d say, hey
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| You’ve come a long, long way
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| Looking back now, all has been forgiven
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| Scars don’t always fade but the future’s still unwritten
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| Twenty-something years later somehow I’m still living
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| From the West End London stage to L.A., come out swinging
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| Hey, hey
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| If I could see myself today, ay
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| This is what I’d say, hey
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| You’ve come a long, long way
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| Oh-oh
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| Hey, hey
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| If I could see myself today, ay
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| This is what I’d say, hey
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| You’ve come a long, long way
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| Hey, hey
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| Hey, hey
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| This is what I’d say
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| Hey, hey
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| A long way
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| Oh-oh
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| Hey, hey
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| If I could see myself today, ay
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| This is what I’d say, hey
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| You’ve come a long, long way
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| You’ve come a long, long way |