| You got too much money
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| You got too much time on your hands
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| You got no imagination
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| But you’re following fashion
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| And it’s taking you nowhere
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| And it’s taking you for all that you got
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| And now you say you’re feeling angry
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| But you got no passion
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| So come on, kid
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| Turn yourself in
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| Who you gonna fool with that silly little grin?
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| Take another look
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| What you trying to hide?
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| Down in every saint, there’s a sinner inside
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| You’ve been staying out of trouble
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| And keeping your fingers clean
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| Such a fine reputation
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| But you’re looking like you want to scream
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| So you need a little holiday
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| Maybe run to the scene with your friends
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| It’s such a blank destination
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| Can you really go back again?
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| Come on, kid
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| Turn yourself in
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| Who you gonna fool with that silly little grin?
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| Take another look, step into the light
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| Aren’t you getting tired of this running in the night?
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| Everybody thinks that you’ve got it all made
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| Being in the right place at the right time
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| Everybody’s saying that you’ll get paid
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| If you keep your nose
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| Right on the line
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| Right on the line
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| You’ve been staying under cover
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| But I see you making time on the street
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| You’re everybody’s lover
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| But you’re still out running from the heat
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| Oh, come on, kid
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| Turn yourself in
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| Who you gonna fool with that silly little grin?
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| Take another look
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| Let yourself go
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| It’s never what you think
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| It’s only what you know
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |