| You’re planning to park cars
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| Hang your head on yourself
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| Revving up a go-getter maker
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| Trust fund on your belt
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| And everybody’s got big plans
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| Just don’t count on yourself
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| You’re bettin' to lose
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| And you lose
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| A limousine driver
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| I’d rather the tomb than the hearse
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| Doesn’t look like I’m better because the feeling’s only worse
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| Check your vitals, you’re a dead man
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| You’re dragging your name along through the dirt
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| It looks like it hurts
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| I never said I’d make it easy babe
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| Yeah, my heart’s the man
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| (We can feel alone)
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| I never said I’d take it easy babe
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| I’m a working man
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| (We can feel alone)
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| Call your friends into a combination
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| (We can feel at home)
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| Well, I told you
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| In a world we left unknown
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| Well, I told you
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| And the love we kept alone
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| It’s the beating of your mad heir
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| Cruising in my jet fighter
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| Doing flips with the birds
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| Would you cover my tail, man
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| if I made a careless turn?
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| And everybody’s got big plans
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| Just don’t count on yourself
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| You’re bettin' lose
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| And you lose
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| I never said I’d make it easy babe
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| But my hearts the man
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| (We can feel alone)
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| I never said I’d take it easy babe
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| I’m a working man
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| (We can feel alone)
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| Call your friends into a combination
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| (We can feel the jolts)
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| Well, I told you
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| Of the worlds of thousand stones
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| Well, I told you
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| Of the skies of mobile homes
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| Well, I told you
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| And the bombs we dropped below
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| It’s the beating of your mad heir
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| You know my lady
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| She drives my Mercedes
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| I want you
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| You know my lady
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| She drives my Mercedes
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| I want you
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| You know my lady
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| She drives my Mercedes
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| I want you
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| You know my lady
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| She drives my Mercedes
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| I want you
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| I want you
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| I want you
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| I want you |