| I stepped outside to breathe the air
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| And stare up at the stars
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| Big dipper hanging there
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| Over the rented car
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| Over the rented car
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| I’m a runaway from the record biz
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| From the hoods in the hood and the whiny white kids
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| Boring!
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| The old man is snoring
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| And I’m taming the tiger
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| (You can’t tame the tiger)
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| Tiger, tiger burning bright
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| Nice, kitty kitty
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| Tiger, tiger burning bright
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| Sophia says «It's hard to catch
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| And harder still to ride
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| The time to watch the beast the best
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| Is when it’s purring at your side»
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| Purring at your side
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| Accolades and honors
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| One false move and you’re a goner
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| Boring!
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| The old man is snoring
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| And I’m taming the tiger
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| (You can’t tame the tiger)
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| Tiger, tiger burning bright
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| Nice, kitty kitty
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| Tiger, tiger burning bright
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| In the forest of the night
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| The moon shed light
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| On my hopeless plight
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| As the radio blared so bland
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| Every disc, a poker chip
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| Every song just a one night stand
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| Formula music, girly guile
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| Genuine junkfood for juveniles
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| Up and down the dial
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| Mercenary style
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| I watched the stars chuck down their spears
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| And a plane went blinking by And I thought of Anna
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| Wild and dear
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| Like fireworks in the sky
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| Fireworks in the sky
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| I’m so sick of this game
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| It’s hip, it’s hot
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| Life’s too short, the whole thing’s gotten
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| Boring!
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| The old man is snoring
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| And I’m taming the tiger
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| (You can’t tame the tiger)
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| Tiger, tiger burning bright
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| Nice, kitty kitty
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| (Boring!)
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| Tiger, tiger burning bright
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| (You can’t tame the tiger)
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| Oh, be nice, kitty kitty
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| (Boring!)
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| Tiger, tiger burning bright
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| Nice, kitty kitty
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| (Boring, boring!)
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| Tiger, tiger burning bright
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| (Fight to the light, fight to the light)
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| In the forest of the night |