| Cuz it’s the same old thing
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| Yeah it’s the same old story
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| We got the waxwork wings
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| We got the taste for glory
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| Somebody told me be careful
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| Someday you’ll get what you wish for
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| And then you’ll see the dark side of destiny
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| Green grass and visions unending
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| Years pass and we keep pretending
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| Until one day all of it falls away
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| I said that’s just the price we pay
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| Cuz it’s the same old thing
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| Yeah it’s the same old story
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| We got the waxwork wings
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| We got the taste for glory
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| We got the taste for glory
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| Torn up and taken for granted
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| Torn from the reasons we started
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| But somehow free
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| Something is calling me
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| And the answer’s just out of reach
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| Cuz it’s the same old thing
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| Yeah it’s the same old story
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| We got the waxwork wings
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| We got the taste for glory
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| So if you want something
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| And if you want somebody
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| I want to hear you sing
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| I got the taste for glory
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| Cuz it’s the same old thing
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| Yeah it’s the same old story
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| We got the waxwork wings
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| We got the taste for glory
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| So if you want something
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| And if you want somebody
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| I want to hear you sing
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| I got the taste for glory
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| I got the taste for glory
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| I got the taste for glory
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| I got the taste for glory
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| I got the taste for glory |