| It seems like I’ve been here before tonight
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| It seems like I’ve been here before
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| I’d like to TV, talk, and advertise
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| We peddle candy door to door
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| And hold tight; |
| don’t make more plans
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| And don’t talk; |
| don’t say no words
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| And be still; |
| now move like this
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| And hold on; |
| until we kiss
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| And hold on
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| And hold tight
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| And hold on
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| And hold tight
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| Why do the good things happen in the past?
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| Streamline the news and trim the fat
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| I love the city but I hate my job
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| And this old city loves me back
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| It’s like a scream inside a scream
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| They can trace it through the night into the church
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| It seems it’s never going to end
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| Until our life cuts through the air into the womb
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| And hold on
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| And hold tight
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| And hold on
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| And hold tight
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| And hold on
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| And hold tight
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| And hold on
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| And hold tight
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| It’s like a scream inside a scream
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| It seems it’s never going to end
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| It’s like a scream inside a scream
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| It seems it’s never going to end
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| And hold tight; |
| don’t say no words
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| And don’t talk; |
| give me no word
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| And be still; |
| now move like this
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| And hold on; |
| until the kiss
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| And hold on
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| And hold tight
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| And hold on
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| And hold tight
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| And hold on
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| And hold tight
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| And hold on
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| And hold tight |