| I have tried marijuana
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| I get nervous every time
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| There will come a knockin’at the door
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| Why is everybody makin’eyes at me?
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| I don’t want to know
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| Excuse and pardon me Stay for a while
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| Maybe we’ll never
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| meet again
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| I can see my lifetime piling up I can see the days turn into nights
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| I can see the people on the street
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| Open those windows up A hundred floors below me Pilin’those houses up Pilin’them higher, higher, higher
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| I can feel them swayin’back and forth
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| Building it higher, higher
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| This tower’s learning over
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| I got bad coordination
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| Stuck a pencil in my eye
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| I can hardly wait to get back home
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| Why is everybody gettin’paranoid?
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| I’s only havin’fun
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| Scum-bags and superstars
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| Tell me your names
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| I’ll make a bet, you’re
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| both the same
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| I can see my lifetime pilin’up
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| Reaching from my bedroom to the stars
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| I can see the house where I was born
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| When I was growin’up — they say that
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| I could never keep my trousers up I remember days and crazy nights
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| Are there any pirates on this ship?
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| And if they sober up — they’ll have us Home by morning
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| Cry, cry, cry
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| It’s just you and I Like an automobile
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| with no one at the wheel
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| Spinning out of control
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| We’re all over the road
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| In our sexy machine
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| All the passengers scream
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| Scream, scream!
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| I can see my lifetime pilin’up
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| I can see it smashin’into yours
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| It was not an accident at all
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| Open your window up — I hear you laughin'
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| Goin’one, two, three, four, five
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| Goin’from the bottom to the top
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| Maybe I’m holding on too tight
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| And now I’m growin’up
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| I got a funny feeling
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| Pilin’those houses up Pilin’them higher, higher, higher
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| Building that highway to the stars
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| And turning the music up — Hey!
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| I got a winning number |