| Out of the corner of my tired eyes
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| I’m not surprised, it’s now a quarter past too late
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| Nothing new, it’s no case out of the ordinary
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| I’m so very wrapped around your finger this time
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| Oh, won’t you give me awhile to unwind?
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| You’re on top of the world
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| And I’m just waiting, making up your excuse
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| You say that love’s tough, are you sure?
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| Ain’t it just a piece of cake to make me look like a fool?
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| You’re on top of the world
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| And if you’re thinking I’ve been blinking
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| While you’re breaking the rules, don’t that make you the fool?
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| You’re on top of the world
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| You’re sitting on top of the world
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| You’re like a splinter you’re just killing me slowly from inside
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| The piercing winter is so much more inviting than the stare in your eyes
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| One heavy cinder block, like a rock
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| You’re just staying, weighing, breaking me down
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| I’m crying out, you don’t hear a sound, whoa
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| You’re on top of the world
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| And I’m just waiting, making up your excuse
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| You say that love’s tough, are you sure?
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| Ain’t it just a piece of cake to make me look like a fool?
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| You’re on top of the world
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| And if you’re thinking I’ve been blinking
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| While you’re breaking the rules, don’t that make you the fool?
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| You’re on top of the world
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| You’re on top of the world
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| Hope I’ve lost enough to win you back your prize
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| To put you up sky high, and get your pride back to its familiar place
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| And I hope it’s cost enough of my dear, precious time
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| To lift your spirits, spark your smile, oh yeah
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| You’re on top of the world
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| And I’m just waiting, making up your excuse, and
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| You say that love’s tough, are you sure?
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| Ain’t it just a piece of cake to make me look like a fool?
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| You’re on top of the world
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| If you’re thinking I’ve been blinking
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| While you’re breaking the rules, don’t that make you the fool?
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| Oh, oh, no, now, now, now
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| You’re on top of the world
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| And I’m just waiting, making up your excuse
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| You say that love’s tough, are you sure?
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| Ain’t it just a piece of cake to make me look like a fool?
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| You’re on top of the world
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| If you’re thinking I’ve been blinking
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| While you’re breaking the rules, don’t that make you the fool?
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh don’t that make you the fool?
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| You’re on top of the world
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| You’re sitting on top of the world, oh, oh, oh, oh
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| You’re on top of the world, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| You’re on top of the world, yeah, yeah, yeah, yea |