| Sometimes I sit in the smoking section
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| Hopin' one rogue spark will land in my direction
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| And when you stomp me out, I scream and I’ll shout
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| «Let it happen, let it happen, let it happen.»
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| And sometimes I feel like an inland ocean
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| Too big to be a lake, too small to be an attraction
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| And when you wander in and start to flail a bit
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| I let it happen, let it happen, let it happen
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| Sometimes I stand with a pistol in hand
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| I fire at the grass just to scare you right back
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| And when you won’t run, I’m mad but I succumb
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| Let it happen, let it happen, let it happen
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| And sometimes I go to the edge of my roof
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| And I think I’ll jump just to punish you
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| And if I should float on the taxis below
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| No one would notice, no one will know
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| And then I think
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| What could be better than love, than love, than love?
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| And then I think
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| What could be better than love, than love, than love?
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| It’s not the end, it’s not the end
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| It’s not the end, it’s not the end
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| It’s not the end, it’s not the end
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| It’s not the end, it’s not the end
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| It’s not the end, it’s not the end
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| It’s not the end, it’s not the end |