| She was screaming bloody murder and I’ll never forget
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| How look of her eyes or the taste of her sweat said
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| Boy you gotta get away, get away while you can
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| They’ve been hiding in the darkness and on every road
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| And there is nothing you can do to it that might save your soul
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| And they’re hiding in the shadows and they’re here to control
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| Cause you can’t control yourself
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| So whoa-oh-oh-oh
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| This is the way it goes
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| Cause you find me bound and shameless in another’s arms
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| And go-oh-oh-oh
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| I’m singing it straight to you
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| Cause I’m leaving you honest
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| And sealed with a promise
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| We can’t all be Gods and Superstars
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| And superficial cigarette burns are storming the gates
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| Leaving lovely little letters telling me how they taste
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| And you can hear them singing chorus after chorus that fate
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| Is going to take us to the top
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| She’s got the x’s on her if you watch her move to the beat
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| In every avenue with everybody she meets
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| She knows the rhythm of the city she can feel it in the streets
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| She would rather feel it drown
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| So whoa-oh-oh-oh
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| Whoa-oh-oh-oh
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| So whoa-oh-oh-oh
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| This is the way it goes
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| Cause you find me bound and shameless in another’s arms
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| And go-oh-oh-oh
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| I’m singing it straight to you
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| Cause I’m leaving you honest
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| And sealed with a promise
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| We can’t all be gods and superstars
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| So if there’s gonna be a fight
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| I’m saying baby fight fair
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| This doesn’t have to be the hour, we lose hours
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| And if it’s really gotta end I’m saying let it end here
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| It shouldn’t be that hard to be Just her and me So whoa-oh-oh-oh
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| Whoa-oh-oh-oh
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| So whoa-oh-oh-oh
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| This is the way it goes
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| Cause you find me bound and shameless in another’s arms
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| And go-oh-oh-oh
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| I’m singing it straight to you
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| Cause I’m leaving you honest
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| And sealed with a promise
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| We can’t all be god and superstars |