| Up on the rooftops trying to jump across
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| Schoolyard blacktop and looking down
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| Westcote and I and cypress runes
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| Steps on the gravel the only sound
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| And when I look down
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| Heart beats in rhythm to its own, bah-bah-bah
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| Heart beats in rhythm to its own, bah-bah-bah
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| Heart beats in rhythm to its own, bah-bah-bah
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| Bah-bah-bah
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| She said, «Between you and me and the lamppost, we can be
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| Anyone we wanna be, now the leap is through»
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| When I thought that she was gone, she took me by the arm
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| Said, «Even you can’t take the soul where you want it to»
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| And I’m living proof
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| Heart beats in rhythm to its own, bah-bah-bah (Bah-bah-bah)
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| Heart beats in rhythm to its own, bah-bah-bah (Bah-bah-bah)
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| Heart beats in rhythm to its own, bah-bah-bah (Bah-bah-bah)
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| Bah-bah-bah
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| Heart beats in rhythm to its own, bah-bah-bah (Bah-bah-bah)
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| Heart beats in rhythm to its own, bah-bah-bah (Bah-bah-bah)
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| Heart beats in rhythm to its own, bah-bah-bah (Bah-bah-bah)
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| Bah-bah-bah |