| Slip inside the eye of your mind
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| Don’t you know you might find
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| A better place to play
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| You said that you’ve never been
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| But all the things that you’ve seen
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| They slowly fade away
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| So I’ll start a revolution from my bed
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| Cause you said the brains I had went to my head
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| Step outside the summertime’s in bloom
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| Stand up beside the fireplace
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| Take that look from off your face
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| You ain’t ever gonna burn my heart out
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| And so, Sally can wait
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| She knows it’s too late as we’re walking on by
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| Her soul slides away
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| But don’t look back in anger
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| I heard you say
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| Take me to the place where you go
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| Where nobody knows
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| If it’s night or day
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| Please don’t put your life in the hands
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| Of a rock and roll band
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| Who’ll throw it all away
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| I’m gonna start a revolution from my bed
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| Cause you said the brains I had went to my head
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| Step outside, cause summertime’s in bloom
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| Stand up beside the fireplace
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| Take that look from off your face
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| Cause you ain’t ever gonna burn my heart out
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| So, Sally can wait
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| She knows it’s too late as we’re walking on by
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| My soul slides away
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| But don’t look back in anger
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| I heard you say
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| So, Sally can wait
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| She knows it’s too late as we’re walking on by
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| Her soul slides away
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| But don’t look back in anger
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| Don’t look back in anger
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| I heard you say
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| At least not today. |