| How do you always snag the breaks
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| Is it just good timing
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| Is there a method to changing tastes
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| That you’re hi-hi-hiding
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| The way that they fly to you
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| As you tell them that you’re busy
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| When you leave all your excuses
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| Sound so flimsy
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| But nothing can stop a man
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| Convinced of his own whimsy
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| He believes I am sold too
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| Teach it to me
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| It all seems so easy
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| Reach out to me and
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| Hand over your key
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| You must have gone from good to great
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| When I had my back turned
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| You must have buried your mistakes
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| And had all the maps burned
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| All that I figured out is
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| This game is a mystery
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| As I’ve been talking you’ve
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| Run out of things to say to me
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| Everyone stands and cheers for
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| All this pure dishonesty
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| What they do I cannot do
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| Teach it to me
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| It all seems so easy
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| Reach out to me and
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| Hand over your key
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| When you go don’t look at your shadow
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| It’s dark there and you need light
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| Teach it to me
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| It all seems so easy
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| Reach out to me and
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| Hand over your key
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| How do you always snag the breaks
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| You must have gone from good to great
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| Is there a method to changing tastes
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| (Teach it to me it all seems so easy)
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| You must have buried your mistakes
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| (Reach out to me and hand over your key) |