| I’ve got a question
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| Just what do you think of me?
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| If I pack my bags and leave tonight
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| Into the city, don’t try to find me
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| It’s already too late for that
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| Because a lot of people wanna kill me
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| And no, I’m not going crazy
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| «Be careful out there,» she said
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| We’ve got the weight on our shoulders
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| Quick, don’t blow it or you’ll never belong here again
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| I’ve got to see all I can before it’s gone
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| I understand if you never forgive me
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| And I hate how you always take notice
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| The car is gone, so where are we now?
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| We’ll figure it out when we get there, somehow
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| Because a lot of people wanna kill me
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| And no, I’m not going crazy
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| «Be careful out there,» she said
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| We’ve got the weight on our shoulders
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| Quick, don’t blow it or you’ll never belong here again
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| I’ve got to see all I can before it’s gone
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| I’ve been waiting for days, call it years
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| To tell it like I see it
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| And now it seems that no one will listen
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| So we’ll let them know just what we’re thinking
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| We’ve got the weight on our shoulders
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| Quick, don’t blow it or you’ll never belong here again
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| We’ve got the weight on our shoulders |