| You used to bowl around after dark
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| Blowing your hope and your smoke in the rain
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| I lit a little fire off your chimney spark
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| And I knew I would never see you naked again
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| The whole world is our playground
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| The whole world is our playground
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| The whole world is our playground
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| Take the night by the hand
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| And set it on fire again
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| I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know
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| I don’t know where to start, to begin
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| This song from my hide away
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| But I know that you know
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| I know you’ve been where I’ve been
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| It’s killing you everyday
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| It’s healing you anyway
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| If I ever heard this song on the radio
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| I swear I’d go out of my mind
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| But I try not to think about you every minute or so
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| But they, they sold you as a prize
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| The whole world is our playground
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| The whole world is our playground
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| The whole world is our playground
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| Take the night by the hand
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| And set it on fire again
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| The kitchen light is too bright
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| And the light of your mind is a sin
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| It’s killing you everyday
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| It’s healing you anyway |