| All lines are read, the film is done
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| After Hours is on and now they’ll make another one
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| If you miss the meaning this time
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| Well here comes another one
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| And if you clap your hands, the man will fall
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| Hold your breath, he’ll shake himself to death
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| And the scenes get rearranged
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| And words unsaid
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| Every day, I hear «knock knock knock»
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| Oh and it’s you
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| Oh every day, I hear «knock knock knock»
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| Then I see you and you’re shaking
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| And you’re breaking and you tell me I’m your only friend
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| And it starts all over again
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| You said you were living in a buttoned-up world
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| Living in 1892
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| There was nothing they could say to convince me
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| To blame nobody but you
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| We’ll tell you some truth and you know it’s gonna blow
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| But you don’t give a damn, don’t care who’s gonna know
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| You just want everyone talk slow
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| And give you consent
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| Every time I hear «knock knock knock»
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| I know that it’s you
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| Oh every day, I hear «knock knock knock»
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| And I see you and you’re shaking
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| Oh you’re breaking so I put down my poison pen
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| And it starts all over again
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| And it starts all over again
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| And it starts all over again
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| Sta-starts up to give
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| It’s all over again |