| The streets are lined with camera crews
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| Everywhere he goes is news
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| Today is different, today is not the same
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| Today I make the action, take snapshot into the light
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| Snapshot into the light, I’m shooting into the light
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| Four miles down the cavalcade moves on
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| Driving into the sun
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| If I worked it out right, they won’t see me or the gun
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| Two miles to go, they’re clearing the road
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| And the cheering has really begun
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| I’ve got my radio, I can hear what’s going on
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| I’ve been waiting for this
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| I’ve been waiting for this
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| All you people in TV land
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| I will wake up your empty shells
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| Peak-time viewing blown in a flash
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| As I burn into your memory cells
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| 'Cause I’m alive
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| They’re coming around the corner with the bikers at the front
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| I’m wiping the sweat from my eyes
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| It’s a matter of time, a matter of will
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| And the governor’s car is not far behind, he’s not the one I’ve got in mind
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| 'Cause there he is, the man of the hour, standing in the limousine
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| I don’t really hate you, I don’t care what you do
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| We were made for each other, me and you
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| I want to be somebody, you were like that too
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| If you don’t get given you learn to take
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| And I will take you
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| Holding my breath
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| Release the catch
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| And I let the bullet fly
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| All turned quiet, I have been here before
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| A lonely boy hiding behind the front door
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| Friends have all gone home
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| There’s my toy gun on the floor
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| Come back, Mum and Dad
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| You’re growing apart, you know that I’m growing up sad
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| I need some attention
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| I shoot into the light |