| Now I’m lookin' out my house
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| And what I see doesn’t please me
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| People goin' here, goin' there,
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| Where’s that leave me
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| Now they’re comin' in my door
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| To explore what’s running around in me
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| But it’s not me that they’ll finally find
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| Behind the smile on my face
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| When I tell them they have
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| All lost the race to the end
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| 'cause they’ve passed themselves within
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| Without
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| (GUITAR SOLO)
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| Now I’m runnin' from my house
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| 'cause my house doesn’t please me
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| People comin' in, goin' out,
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| They don’t see me
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| Now I’m flyin' through the air
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| I’m not scared of people all underneath,
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| In a heap, askin' how’d we get to here
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| From there where our lives had some meaning
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| And all the days weren’t the same
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| We played no games
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| And we knew ourselves within
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| Without
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| (GUITAR SOLO)
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| baaaa…
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| Ba… ba… baaaa… ba… ba… baaaa… ba… ba… baaaa… ba… ba…
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| baaaa…
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| Ba… ba… baaaa… ba… ba… baaaa… ba… ba… baaaa… ba… ba…
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| baaaa…
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| Ba… ba… baaaa… ba… ba… baaaa… ba… ba… baaaa… ba… ba…
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| baaaa… |