| You don’t pass your time in limbo
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| Or hang out with the crowd
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| Sitting on the stoop like a little girl
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| Who took the wrong road into town
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| But you got that short cut way about you
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| And no one’s going to stare you down
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| You cook much better on a lower flame
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| You burn much better when the sun goes down
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| And heaven can wait
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| But you ought to be a saint
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| I got your very best intentions
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| Helping me along
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| And if I ever fail to mention
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| You were an overnight sensation
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| Well take it from me
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| My baby’s a saint
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| I believe you were a new arrival
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| On the fast train passing through
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| And you traded in your luck for survival
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| To sweeten up the witch’s brew
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| You had a better way of working magic
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| A little mystery in your eyes
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| Instead of rolling over you remained the same
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| You took the whole world by surprise |