| You wanted a hit
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| But maybe we don’t do hits
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| I try and try
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| It ends up feeling kind of wrong
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| You wanted it tough
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| But is it ever tough enough?
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| No, nothing’s ever tough enough
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| Until we hit the road
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| Yeah, you wanted it lush
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| But honestly you must hush
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| No honestly you know too much
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| So leave us, leave us on our own
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| And so you wanted a hit
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| Well, this is how we do hits
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| You wanted the hit
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| But that’s not what we do You wanted it real
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| But can you tell me what’s real?
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| There’s lights and sounds and stories
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| Music’s just a part
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| Yeah, you wanted the truth
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| And then you said you want proof
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| I guess you’re used to liars
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| Saying what they want
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| And we won’t be your babies anymore
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| We won’t be your babies anymore
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| We won’t be your babies anymore
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| 'Til you take us home
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| No, we won’t be your babies anymore
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| We won’t be your babies anymore
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| We can’t be your babies
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| 'Til you take us home
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| Yeah, you wanted it smart
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| But honestly I’m not smart
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| No, honestly we’re never smart
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| We fake it, fake it all the time
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| Yeah, you wanted the time
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| But maybe I can’t do time
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| Oh, we both know that’s an awful line
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| But it doesn’t make it wrong
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| You wanted it right
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| No out of mind and out of sight
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| No dirty bus and early flight
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| No seven days and forty nights
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| Yeah, you wanted a hit
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| But tell me where’s the appointment?
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| You wanted the hit
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| But that’s not what we do And we won’t be your babies anymore
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| We won’t be your babies anymore
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| We won’t be your babies anymore
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| 'Til you take us home
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| No, we won’t be your babies anymore
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| We won’t be your babies anymore
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| We can’t be your babies
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| 'Til you take us home
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| And we won’t be your babies anymore
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| We won’t be your babies anymore
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| We won’t be your babies anymore
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| 'Til you take us home
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| No, we won’t be your babies anymore
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| We won’t be your babies anymore
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| We can’t be your babies
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| 'Til you take us home |