| Things might change
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| Things might get better
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| So you drive off through the murky weather
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| Work it all to the bone
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| But feel sudden peace
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| With keys to the century
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| Could I be right?
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| So papa where you been?
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| I’ve been not that far
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| From Mercury to the mountains of Yefa
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| Creation’s easy when there’s love aplenty
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| When the bar’s empty
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| You get to see how
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| Your baby teethes
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| You only fight for three
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| You want them all to know your name
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| Go back to baby
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| Please Mary, oh Michael do see
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| You want them all to know your name
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| Please Mary, oh Michael do see
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| No choices you’ve seen
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| Caught somewhere in between
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| You want them all to know your name
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| Oh your baby daddies
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| Mary, oh Michael do see
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| So do for me, I do for you
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| Fight this world as I need to
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| Shadow boxin' basement games
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| With Sunday boys on summer days
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| Technocratic business when
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| You’re a glitch inside the satellite’s skin
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| So do for me, I do for you
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| Fight this world as I need to
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| Cool, happy, right
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| Cool, happy, right
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| So do for me, I do for you
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| Fight this world as I need to |