| Is this what it’s like
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| To flick the switch and still see the light?
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| You come to life when the days get dark
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| Like a dog chasing bees
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| On the local park
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| Causing more trouble than there needs to be
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| The quiet ones don’t get on peacefully
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| Comfy as a cloud
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| As soft as you are loud
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| Smiling politely
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| Just to be proud
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| Eat the fruits of the day
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| Rotten cores get thrown away
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| Seeds grow into future waste
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| Save that problem for another day
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| When I’m on my way home
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| No signal on the telephone
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| I can go whichever way I want
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| And I will
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| 'Cause I can
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| I this what it’s like
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| To flick the switch and still see the light?
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| You come to life when the days get dark
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| Like a dog chasing bees
|
| On the local park
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| Causing more trouble than there needs to be
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| The quiet ones don’t get on peacefully yeah
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| When I’m on my way home
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| No signal on the telephone
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| I can whichever way I want
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| And I will
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| 'Cause I can
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| (Is this what it’s like, to flick the switch and still see the light?)
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| (Is this what it’s like?)
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| (Is this what it’s like, to flick the switch and still see the light?)
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| (Is this what it’s like, to flick the switch and still see the light?)
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| When I’m on my way home
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| No signal on the telephone
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| I can whichever way I want
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| And I will
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| 'Cause I can |