| Late like the evening sun, I
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| I sink to the ground.
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| But I’ll keep my promises, I
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| I won’t let you down.
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| 'Cause like a rabbit in your headlights
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| I am the beckon to your call.
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| And like the early morning headlines,
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| I am all too predictable.
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| I am all too predictable.
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| (Oh oh oh-oh.)
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| You’re steady as I come undone, you
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| You’re quietly bound.
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| But I’ll keep my promises, I
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| I won’t let you down.
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| 'Cause like a rabbit in your headlights,
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| I am the beckon to your call.
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| And like the early morning headlines,
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| I am all too predictable.
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| Yeah, I am all too predictable.
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| True like the first born,
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| Weighed pound for pound.
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| I’ll keep my promises, like
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| A thorn in your crown.
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| Yeah!
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| 'Cause like a rabbit in your headlights,
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| I am the beckon to your call.
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| Just say jump, I’ll say «How high?»
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| 'Cause I’m all too predictable.
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| Yeah I’m all to predictable. |