| You think you want them all to like you, don’t you
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| And I don’t blame you for the trouble around you
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| It’s clear to me, that you need a sign
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| So close your eyes, tell them not to leave you alone
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| All the operators pulling your strings baby
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| Oh oh, oh oh
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| So lift your hands up, push them all the way, come on
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| Oh oh, oh oh
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| All the operators pulling your strings baby
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| Oh oh, oh oh
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| So lift your hands up, push them all the way, come on
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| Oh oh, oh oh
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| Running down the road and the sun beams in our eyes
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| And you are looking at me now like you should be
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| It’s paradise, they’ve gone away
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| We close our eyes, there’s nothing else that we really need, need
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| Nothing, nothing
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| All the operators pulling your strings baby
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| Oh oh, oh oh
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| So lift your hands up, push them all the way, come on
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| Oh oh, oh oh
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| All the operators pulling your strings baby
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| Oh oh, oh oh
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| So lift your hands up, push them all the way, come on
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| Oh oh, oh oh
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| Oh oh oh, oh oh
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| Oh oh oh, oh oh
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| Oh oh oh, oh oh
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| Oh oh oh, oh oh
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| All the operators pulling your strings baby
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| Oh oh, oh oh |