| Hold your fire
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| I’m coming out and I’ll tell you the truth
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| I was trying to raise my roof
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| Did you see it
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| That I needed to prove
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| That my stinger always stays
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| You said she’s beautiful when she plays
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| Did I hit you in the proper place
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| Suddenly
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| I, oh well I could live in this town
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| Five cold years before I
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| Yes I could live in this town
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| Before I head for home
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| It’s my turn
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| With the spotlight burning a hole
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| But my bird-heart's turning cold
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| As the temperature rises all around
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| To the sound of a ticking bomb
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| And then it’s not just showing off here
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| You know there’s something going on here
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| Going on here
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| Suddenly
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| I, oh well I could live in this town
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| Five cold years before I
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| Yes I could live in this town
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| Five cold years
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| Yes I could live in this town
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| Five cold years before I
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| Well I could live in this town
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| Before I head for home
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| And considered it odd
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| That I ever stayed
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| You know that feeling you get
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| when you don’t want to leave
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| That feeling when you don’t want to leave
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| I, oh well I could live in this town
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| Five cold years before I
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| Yes I could live in this town
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| Five cold years
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| Yes I could live in this town
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| Five cold years before I
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| Well I could live in this town
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| Before I head for home
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| And considered it odd
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| That I ever stayed |