| Ten years ahead of our time
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| Or about one year behind
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| Sometimes it tends to get to me
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| But don’t dare bite the hand that leads
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| To the light
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| Of renown
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| It’s a battle that won’t make any sound
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| Either you’re with us
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| Or you’re not
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| Sometimes lately I just wanna be caught
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| Right or wrong
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| We’re breaking their hearts again
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| Wonder what you’re waiting for
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| Right or wrong
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| We’re breaking their hearts again now
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| Yeah now
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| Yeah now
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| This one’s for the girls
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| There’s no particular one in the world
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| 'Til I got a glimpse of what could be
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| I was shocked by what I couldn’t forsee
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| And in spite
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| Of the times
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| I never really wanna come round
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| You’re always with me
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| When you’re not
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| Lights are up, we’re all gonna be caught
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| Right or wrong
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| You’re breaking our hearts again
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| Wonder what you’re waiting for
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| Right or wrong
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| You’re breaking our hearts again now
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| Yeah now
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| Yeah now
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| Mysterious missives, not unlike a dream
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| Sooner or later we’ll be singing for free
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| Right or wrong
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| We’re breaking their hearts again now
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| Yeah now
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| Yeah now
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| Right or wrong
|
| We’re breaking their hearts again
|
| Wonder what you’re waiting for
|
| Right or wrong
|
| We’re breaking their hearts again now
|
| Yeah now
|
| Yeah now
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| Right or wrong
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| Right or wrong
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| Right or wrong |