| I give you this, you give it back
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| I tossed a coin right on the track
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| Is this for real or is it whack?
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| I hate the feelin' of feelin' trapped
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| Somethin' for nothin', yeah
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| And it doesn’t matter where I live
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| After a while I wanna split
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| You specialize in twice as nice
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| I fall asleep but not at night
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| Somethin' for nothin', yeah
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| What I know
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| I march in my own parade
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| I don’t know
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| It’s all just utter pain
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| I don’t care
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| I plan out my escape
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| I don’t know
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| What else can I say?
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| Yeah less is more, I know the tale
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| But what if it feels like you have doubt?
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| Could it be in your head or in your home?
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| Ain’t it nice to know you’re not alone?
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| Somethin' for nothin', yeah
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| What I know
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| I march in my own parade
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| I don’t know
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| It’s all just utter pain
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| I don’t care
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| I plan out my escape
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| I don’t know
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| Oh what else I can say
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| Oh Angeline, is this the only way?
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| Oh Angeline, I think you (?)
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| Oh Angeline, I’m not the only one
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| Los Angeles, you got that hot burnin' sun
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| Whoa!
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| Somethin' for nothin', yeah
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| What I know
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| I march in my own parade
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| I don’t know
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| It’s all just utter pain
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| I don’t care
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| I plan out my escape
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| I don’t know
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| What I know
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| I march in my own parade
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| I don’t know
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| It’s all just utter pain
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| I don’t care
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| I plan out my escape
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| I don’t know
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| What else can I say? |