| I’m a young one
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| Stuck in the thoughts
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| Of an old one’s head
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| When all the others were just stirring awake
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| I’m trying to trick myself to fall asleep again, woah
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| My head’s in heaven, my soles are in hell
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| Let’s meet in the purgatory of my hips and get well
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| Hurry, hurry
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| You put my head in such a flurry, flurry
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| Oh freckle, freckle
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| What makes you so special?
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| What makes you so special?
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| I’m gonna leave you
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| I’m gonna teach you
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| How we’re all alone
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| How we’re all alone
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| Guild me, build me
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| It’s your club, so let me in (let me in)
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| Knowing how heartwarming
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| It is inside your skin
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| My head’s in heaven, my soles are in hell
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| Let’s meet in the purgatory of my hips and get well
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| Hurry, hurry
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| You put my head in such a flurry, flurry
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| Oh freckle, freckle
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| What makes you so special?
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| What makes you so special?
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| I’m gonna leave you
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| I’m gonna teach you
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| How we’re all alone
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| How we’re all alone
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| How we’re all alone
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| Hurry, hurry
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| You put my head in such a flurry, flurry
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| Oh freckle, freckle
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| What makes you so special?
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| What makes you so special?
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| I’m gonna leave you
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| I’m gonna teach you
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| How we’re all alone
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| How we’re all alone
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| Mama
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| If we don’t take the medication
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| We won’t sleep for days
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| We won’t sleep for days
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| Mama
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| If we pray to the lord
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| Does he sing on a stage?
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| Does he sing on a stage?
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| We waste it all in the back of a long dark car
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| And I’m a sunshine machine
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| I want to get stuck
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| I want to get stuck
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| And be golden in your memory |