| Take your head around the world
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| And see what you get, from your mind
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| Write your soul down word for word
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| See who’s your friend, and who is kind
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| Well, it’s almost like a disease
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| And I know soon you will be
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| Over the lies, you’ll be strong
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| You’ll be rich in love and you will carry on and on
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| But, no… oh, no
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| No, you won’t be mine
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| And take your straight line for a curve
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| Make it stretch, in the same old line
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| Then try to find if it was worth
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| What you spent, why you’re guilty for the way you’re feelin' now
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| It’s almost like bein' free
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| Well, I know soon you will be
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| Over the lies, and you’ll be strong
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| You’ll be rich in love and you will carry on and on
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| But, no… oh, no
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| No, you won’t be mine
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| Well, take yourself out to the curb
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| Sit and wait, a fool for life
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| And it’s almost like a disease
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| Well, I know soon you will be
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| You’ll be over the lies, and you’ll be strong
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| And you’ll be rich in love and you will carry on and on
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| Oh, but no… no… oh, no…
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| Oh, no, you won’t… won’t be mine |