| It’s time to get away
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| It’s time to get away from you
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| It’s time to get away
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| It’s time to get away from you
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| You brought a lot of money
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| But me, I’m catching tiny tummy
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| And you, you make me sleep
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| I try and try
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| But you undermine me, uh-huh
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| And I start to be sensible
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| If you know what I mean
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| And so it’s time to get away
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| It’s time to get away from you
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| I’m dying to get away
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| I’m dying to get away
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| And next time, we’ll talk it over
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| And we can start again, shock
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| For you, I caught a lot of static
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| And me, I would like it automatic
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| What, what, what, what
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| What did you think would happen next?
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| What, what, what, what
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| What could it ever be?
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| So it’s time to get away
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| It’s time to get away from you
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| I’m dying to get away
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| I’m dying to get away
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| And next time, let’s talk about it
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| Or maybe start again, shock
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| To think I used to pity you
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| To think I used to pity you, it’s true
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| To think I used to pity you
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| To think I used to talk to you, it’s true
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| Next time we could talk about it
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| Or even start again
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| I couldn’t tell you what you wanted
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| You know what I’m saying?
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| I knew you were low, man
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| But the truth is, I was shocked
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| Fun, power, eyes
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| Eyes never lie
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| Kids («Hey, buddy?» «What?»)
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| Kids never lie |