| The neon light shines across the hallway
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| It’s not so wild to assume you’re rude, but
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| I keep in mind, the desperation
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| In my voice, well that’s tough to lose
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| I bite my tongue in the walk to glory
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| It’s been a while since I’ve felt too bruised, but
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| What a night, what a destination
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| No oversight to refuel my mood
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| And I’m waiting to be called
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| And I’m waiting to be bruised
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| I’m waiting to be called
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| I’m waiting
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| Oohhh Oohhh
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| I’ll better my cause, and I’ll better my tools
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| I’m through, cut loose
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| What’s A Boy To Do?
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| It evens out at the midway station
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| It doesn’t always reful my mood, but
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| Even now with the combination to your lock it’s still tough to chew
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| And I’m waiting to b called
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| And I’m waiting to be bruised
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| I’m waiting to be called
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| I’m waiting
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| My cheeks still red, my mind now made
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| I bit my tongue three thousand ways
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| You ship has sailed, times come and went |