| Fools knockin' on my door, calling out my name
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| Tellin' me to change my ways but I know
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| Two hands in the fire won’t put out the flame
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| Yeah, I got your number, I know your game
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| So why should I lay it on the line?
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| Everybody’s got a vision, everybody’s got a plan
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| You tell me lies, you look me in the eyes
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| But honey I would rather stand out in the rain
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| Fools lying in my bed, laughin' in my head
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| Telling me my dream’s gone cold but I know
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| One city of angels, it ain’t goin' put out my flame
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| Ooh, my love is a fire, no one can tame
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| So why should I lay it on the line?
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| Everybody’s got a vision, everybody’s got a plan
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| You tell me lies, you look me in the eyes
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| But honey I would rather stand out in the rain
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| Why should I lay it on the line?
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| Well, everybody’s got a vision, everybody’s got a plan
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| You tell me lies, you look me in the eyes
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| But honey I would rather stand out in the rain
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| Everybody’s got a vision, everybody’s got a plan
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| You tell me lies, you look me in the eyes
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| But honey I would rather stand out in the rain |