| The kids are hungry
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| And they line up and down the street
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| Just to catch a glimpse
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| Of the miracle of the week
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| But I knew there was something wrong
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| When the king had nothing on
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| You say that it feels right
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| You say that it fits tight
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| You say that it moves light
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| But it don’t move me
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| You say that it’s in time
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| You say that it feels fine
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| You say that it moves
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| But it don’t move me-
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| Excuse me baby
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| But I just can’t catch the thrill
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| Of watching some joker
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| On the big screen make the kill
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| I’m sorry if it breaks your heart
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| But it don’t tear me apart
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| You say that it feels right
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| You say that it fits tight
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| You say that it moves light
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| But it don’t move me
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| You say that it’s in time
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| You say that it feels fine
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| You say that it moves
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| But it don’t move me-
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| Everybody needs a new thrill a day
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| And you know somebody’s gonna sell it
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| But when the screams die down
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| And the dreams leave town
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| You’re alone — you’re all alone |