| My feet can run
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| While I’m lying down
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| I’m flat on the ground
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| It’s such a race
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| To be saving time
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| For later on
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| Go there, get that, try to never get sad
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| Feel me, really, am I not important
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| In out, up down always and eternally
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| Down town boys will fancy up-town girls
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| Time is running, figure it out
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| Make some noise and better make it loud
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| You’re waiting for the life that you want
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| Little bright lights
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| Here for just a minute
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| Little bright lights are we
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| Little bright lights
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| Here for just a minute
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| Little bright lights are we
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| Sometimes I dream
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| I am still a child
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| That never grew up
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| Then I awake
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| Feeling sad, it’s gone
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| But why?
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| What do I seek
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| Bad days, bad ways I was always upset
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| Time gone, long gone and I tend to forget
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| Past tense, no sense, but I like my present me
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| Down town boys will fancy up-town girls
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| Time is running, figure it out
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| Make some noise and better make it loud
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| You’re waiting for the life that you want
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| Little bright lights
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| Here for just a minute
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| Little bright lights are we
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| Little bright lights
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| Here for just a minute
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| Little bright lights are we
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| Down town boys will fancy up-town girls
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| Time is running, figure it out
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| Make some noise and better make it loud
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| You’re waiting for the life that you want
|
| Little bright lights
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| Here for just a minute
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| Little bright lights are we
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| Little bright lights
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| Here for just a minute
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| Little bright lights are we
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| Little bright lights
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| Here for just a minute
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| Little bright lights are we
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| Little bright lights
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| Here for just a minute
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| Little bright lights are we |