| Some people terrified of spiders and snakes
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| Ladders and space — oh what a waste
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| Some people never climb over the wall
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| Think they’re too small and hide their face
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| Some people live their life under glass
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| Stay in their past — sit on their ass
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| I’m here to tell you that life is a gas
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| Tomorrow’s a blast so don’t look back
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| So come on 'n pick it up
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| Throw some coffee in that dirty 'ol cup
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| Eyes on the prize — re-energise
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| There’s another party waiting to use your sky
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| Push your legs into a new pair of shoes
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| Don’t stop you’ll only get the loser’s blues
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| Out there somebody’s waiting on you
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| To reach out and throw 'em some slack
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| Behind everyone lies a mistake
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| A terrible place — a bad break
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| You can’t remember every bug that you killed
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| Every bottle you spilled — each swallowed pill
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| I like to think I got no enemies
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| Yet here comes someone with a knife in his teeth
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| Telling everyone he’s a looking for me
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| For something or other I done — oh boy
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| I get up and I run
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| Dodge every bullet from the «your guilty» gun
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| I paid the price — had my fun
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| Committed my sins — I lied to my mum
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| I keep my head above this watery grave
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| Keep my eyes on the prize — pretend I’m brave
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| One thing I 'ain't is nobody’s slave
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| I watch my front and my back (Don't look back)
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| So come on 'n pick it up
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| Throw some coffee in that dirty 'ol cup
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| Eyes on the prize — re-energise
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| There’s another party waiting to use your sky
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| Push your legs into a new pair of shoes
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| Don’t stop you’ll only get the loser’s blues
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| Out there somebody’s waiting on you
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| Reach out and throw 'em some slack (Don't look back) |