| Make them go 'way
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| They seem so low
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| They seem so low
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| Make them go 'way
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| There and always shopping
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| Never think to stopping us
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| When they meet us down the road
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| Frequently for squeezing
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| Anything to pleasing them
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| When they trap us in our homes
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| Down the road
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| You tear your childhood down from the cheekbone
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| You sell me down when you tell me you’ll never
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| Spend days unphased not to tell me «I love you»
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| And they might not be failing solo
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| And they might not be playing for the team
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| What team?
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| And so they’re moving out in circles
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| To know themselves in life and pleasant dreams
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| Whose dreams?
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| Baby don’t go
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| We’ll miss you so much
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| This is your home
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| Baby don’t go |