| Hello
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| Get out the abacus and count this
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| A funny story with a dark twist
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| The target so big that you can’t miss
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| Me
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| Composing
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| And every page I turn I want more
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| I never know the next thing in store
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| 'Cause you excite me like a locked door
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| Does
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| Like a liquid
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| I want to take your voice and drink it
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| There doesn’t seem to be a limit
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| To all the things that I could do
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| I know how I want it to go
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| I know how I want it to be
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| Don’t make me think before I speak
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| Or make me hold my horses
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| Hold tight
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| We saddled up if you can ride light
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| If you just think it then you’ll be fine
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| Fingers crossed that it’s the right time
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| This time
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| Through a fat swamp
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| We can visit for a fun romp
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| I really want to do the high jump
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| Taking a risk will do us all some good
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| I know how I want it to go
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| I know how I want it to be
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| Don’t make me think before I speak
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| Or make me hold my horses
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| I’ve got my eye on the prize
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| (Look at my eyes)
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| My beady eyes are alight
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| (They're alight)
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| And though I don’t know what comes next
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| I will not hold my horses
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| Hello
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| Get out the abacus and count me
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| A funny feeling says I won’t be
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| The target so big that you can’t miss
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| Me
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| I know how I want it to go
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| (I want it to go)
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| I know how I want it to be
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| (I want it to)
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| Don’t make me think before I speak
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| Or make me hold my horses
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| I’ve got my eye on the prize
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| (Look at my eyes)
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| My beady eyes are alight
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| (They're alight)
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| And though I don’t know what comes next
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| I will not hold my horses
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| I know what you’re thinking
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| I know how you see me
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| Although it hurts
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| You’re probably right |