| What a step
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| That will do
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| You got that line
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| Blow a fuse
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| Get confused
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| And change my mind
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| Get ahead
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| Sadly done
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| And have it all
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| Yeah, call, call, call…
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| When you look to the way ahead, ahead
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| And it’s all just a fake ahead, ahead
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| And you feel like a creep ahead, ahead
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| You’re regarded as a freak ahead, ahead
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| — You might fall
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| Call, call, call…
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| Page one is written
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| And you ain’t scared of nothin' yet
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| Page one is written
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| You’re gone gone away…
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| What a fate
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| Gently gone
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| A smug parade
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| Step ahead
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| Leave a trace
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| And change it all
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| Yeah, call, call, call…
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| When you’re scared of the way ahead, ahead
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| And it’s nothing but a game ahead, ahead
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| And you feel it’s like a breath ahead, ahead
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| And it’s just a little step ahead, ahead
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| You might fall
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| — Call, call, call…
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| Page one is written
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| And you ain’t scared of nothing yet
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| Page one is written
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| — You're gone gone away
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| (Get it on
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| Get ahead
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| Get it on
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| And get ahead ahead)
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| Page one is written
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| And you ain’t scared of nothin' yet
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| Page one is written
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| — You're gone gone away |