| Supervised twenty-four seven
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| The city is a minefield and the two of us are in the middle
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| And all I want is to hold in one hand
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| At a stop in Oslo City
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| I like my life best
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| Right across the line
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| I've got a sign for that game here
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| But tell me how can something that tastes so sweet
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| Just smell so fucking trouble
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| And a thousand satellites
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| Hanging there and looking down at us
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| And the city is a scene
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| We can never be alone the two of us
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| Will you take me down?
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| I want to live under the radar
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| I want to live under the radar
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| I want to live under the radar
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| (okay)
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| Big brother is staring
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| And digs in the shit that I have been wading in since I was little
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| Usually keep me on the side of the trail
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| But I always end up here in the middle
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| I was born with my legs on the ground
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| Grew up with trouble to the knees
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| Have never learned from any of the mistakes I have made
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| Now I'm laid under the radar
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| … Move from here for a long time
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| The two of us will never return
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| Capture in a lens
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| Time we realize it and leave
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| The looks they stick
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| The whole body flashes
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| Will you take me down?
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| I want to live under the radar
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| I want to live under the radar
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| I want to live under the radar
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| (Instrumental)
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| A thousand satellites
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| Hanging there and looking down at us
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| And the city is a scene
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| We can never be alone around here
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| She is with me but:
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| (Acoustic)
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| I want to live under the radar
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| I want to live under the radar
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| (Electric)
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| I want to live under the radar
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| I want to live under the radar
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| I want to live under the radar
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| I want to live under the radar
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| I want to live under the radar
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| I want to live under the radar |