| Had a friend who rode the mat
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| Used to be a break dancing king
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| Well, I never saw his collar worn down
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| No, he never wore a terry cloth hat
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| Knew a girl who knew someone
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| Spoke in detail of the circles she flew around the sun
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| Now I never saw through this lie
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| No, I never saw the bruise on her eyes
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| You know, history does repeat endlessly
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| It’s just that we imagine we are someone else
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| With multiplied strength
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| Strides of great length
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| Hearts are smarter than before
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| My dream of him a bear as dumb as that
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| Walks eyes open twice into the same trap
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| Never heard the gate slam shut
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| No, he never saw the phone lines cut
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| Had a friend who wrote the myth
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| Who’d never been fooled, never been kissed
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| Drawing comic strips of his pain
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| But he’s just another sucker standing in the rain
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| You know, history does repeat endlessly
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| It’s just that we imagine we are someone else
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| With multiplied strength
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| Strides of great length
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| Hearts are smarter than before
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| Hearts are never smarter, oh
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| Ooh
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| Hearts are never smarter, oh
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| Ooh
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| Hearts are never smarter, oh
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| Ooh
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| You know, well you know
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| History does repeat endlessly
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| It’s just that we imagine we are someone else
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| With multiplied strength
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| Strides of great length
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| Hearts are smarter than before
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| History does repeat endlessly
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| It’s just that we imagine we are someone else
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| With arrow-proof coats
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| Foolish bravery rising in our throats |