| Here’s another sunday morning call
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| Yer hear yer head-a-banging on the door
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| Slip your shoes on and then out you crawl
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| Into a day that couldn’t give you more
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| But what for?
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| And in your head do you feel
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| What you’re not supposed to feel
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| You take what you want
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| But you won’t get it for free
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| You need more time
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| Cos your thoughts and words won’t last forever more
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| But i’m not sure if it ever works out right
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| But it’s ok. |
| It’s all right
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| When yer lonely and you start to hear
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| The little voices in your head at night
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| You will only sniff away the tears
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| So you can dance until the morning light
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| At what price?
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| And in your head do you feel
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| What you’re not supposed to feel
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| You take what you want
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| But you won’t get it for free
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| You need more time
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| Cos your thoughts and words won’t last forever more
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| But I’m not sure if it ever works out right
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| But it’s ok. |
| It’s all right
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| And in your head do you feel
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| What you’re not supposed to feel
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| When you take what you want
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| You don’t get hope for free
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| You need more time
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| Cos your thoughts and words won’t last forever more
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| And I’m not sure if it’ll ever, ever, ever work out right
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| Will it ever, ever, ever work out right?
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| Cos it never, never, never works out right |