| I wonder why you keep running around
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| (I wonder is it still real)
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| You erased your trace with your feet on the ground
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| I know you’ll take it like a man
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| How come you’re acting like a stranger
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| You need a helping guiding hand
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| You’re not familiar with the danger
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| You buckle up when you’re ready to try
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| (I wonder is it still real)
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| Confront the phone calls, the friends and the lies
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| The danger, the danger
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| Is on its way from suburbian skies
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| I know you’ll take it like a man
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| How come you’re acting like a stranger
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| You need a helping guiding hand
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| You’re not familiar with the danger
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| You wait alone by the telephone
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| You move your hips to the dying tone
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| You focus hard on the radio
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| It spits out another boring show
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| The city sleeps and the lights are low
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| Confront the eyes when the others know
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| You kiss goodbye you know it’s so long
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| The summer’s gone but your heart is strong
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| I know you’ll take it like a man
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| How come you’re acting like a stranger
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| You need a helping guiding hand
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| You’re not familiar with the danger
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| I know you’ll take it like a man
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| How come you’re acting like a stranger
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| You need a helping guiding hand
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| You’re not familiar with the danger
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| Oh well the danger |