| It’s another Monday morning
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| and I’ve gotta leave before you wake up
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| I’m fighting through that traffic half asleep under my makeup
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| Guess I wasn’t made right for the city life
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| Cos every night I’m dreaming there’s a place
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| Where the hours turn to days
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| Real life evaporates
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| So come on let’s slip away
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| Stop the world I wanna get off
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| Stop the noise and stop the clocks
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| Cos you and me got a little catching up to do
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| Ooh yeah
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| Sure won’t hurt to take some time
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| The world keeps spinning around just fine
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| And the only thing I need right now is you
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| So stop the world
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| Just stop the world
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| I know I said to catch that dream you gotta go out there and get it
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| But ambition’s like the bottle it’ll kill you if you let it
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| Well I don’t wanna be a winner if I lose the only thing I can’t replace
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| And that look upon your face
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| Says I left it a little late
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| So come on let’s slip away yeah
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| Stop the world I wanna get off…
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| And a long hot summer night
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| Just you and my guitar
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| I’ll be lying in your arms out underneath the stars
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| Don’t you hear that highway calling
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| Calling out our names?
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| C’mon baby
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| It’s not too late…
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| Stop the world I wanna get off… |