| (Get up!
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| Yeah!
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| Hey!
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| Wuh!)
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| Wake up, it’s a quarter to five
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| On a rainy Monday afternoon, yeah
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| I’m not were I supposed to be
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| No one’s helping me to make it true
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| So I sit and I stare been lost everywhere
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| Feeling my computation on everyday
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| But I wanna go out
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| Checking the hands in the ground
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| And play, yeah
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| Heads on fire, that’s what I been looking for
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| Heads on fire, I can’t take it anymore
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| Heads on fire, is the only thing I adore
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| and that’s what I been looking for
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| Deep down I looses what I need
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| Then will be current me to come back strong, Oh
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| Clear memories inside my head
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| they keep on telling me were I belong
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| But my brain is too fake
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| And I get a break
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| When down is grown and around again
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| I’m a mess I’m none do what I did back than, Yeah
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| Heads on fire, that’s what I been looking for
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| Heads on fire, I can’t take it anymore
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| Heads on fire, is the only thing I adore
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| and that’s what I been looking for
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| Heads on fire,
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| Heads on fire,
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| Heads on fire is the only thing I adore
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| And that, yeah |