| My heart has been my teacher and I’ve learned quite a lot
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| Listened while I could and tried not to get caught
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| In the boom badum, badum, badum, badum
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| My heart is bound in the leather like the book you sent
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| I filled it with words and I’ll pen them again
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| Drip, by drip, by drip, by drip, by drip
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| Do yourself a favor, find a way to get away
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| Hit me with your car, hit me with your best shot
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| I’ll be standing there on the sidewalk waiting to see
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| What it is that you got
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| Do yourself a favor, find a way to get away
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| And when the summer sun comes you might shape up
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| Go back to being yourself and to the ones you love
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| And when the summer sun comes you might just say
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| «I gotta find a way to get away»
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| And when the summer sun comes you might shape up
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| Go back to being yourself and to the ones you love
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| And when the summer sun comes you might just say
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| «I gotta find a way to get away»
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| My heart has been my teacher and I’ve learned quite a lot
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| Listened while I could and tried not to get caught
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| In the boom badum, badum, badum, badum |