| Think of it, I, hold the world in the palm of my hand
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| Run a comb through my hair, head on out for some new foreign land
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| And all this could seem like a dream out the door
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| With everyday people, face down on the floor
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| I always said I could make it and be who I am There’s a new look in sight, what a change for the new modern man
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| With all this it seems, like I’m dying for more
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| The streets are on fire, never seen it before
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| It’s like the sound of electric guitars
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| CHORUS
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| Worlds collide and hearts will be broken
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| Over and over it’s the same every day-
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| How can I say what has never concerned me The secret of my success is I’m living 25 hours a day
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| It’s amazing to me, what a fool will believe to bet by With a change of your mind, I can live, I can fly
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| The harder the come, the harder they fall
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| I never say maybe and I go for it all
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| Just like the sound of electric guitars
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| CHORUS
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| With nothing to show, just sweat form my soul
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| My heart’s on the line and I’m dying to go (dying to go)
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| Look at us now, gonna make it somehow
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| Hold on to me baby, can’t hold me down
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| CHORUS
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| The secret of my success is I’m living 25 hours a day
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| 25 hours a day |