| Come on boy, come on, girl
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| Succumb to the beat surrender
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| All the things that I care about
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| (Are packed into one punch)
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| All the things that I’m not sure about
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| (Are sorted out at once)
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| And as it was in the beginning
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| So shall it be in the end
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| That bullshit is bullshit
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| It just goes by different names
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| All the things that I shout about
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| (But never act upon)
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| All the courage and the dreams that I have
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| (But seem to wait so long)
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| My doubt is cast aside, watch phonies run to hide
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| The dignified don’t even enter in the game
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| And if you feel there’s no passion
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| No quality sensation
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| Seize the young determination
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| Show the fakers you ain’t foolin'
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| You’ll see me come runnin'
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| To the sound of your strummin'
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| Fill my heart with joy and gladness
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| I’ve lived too long in shadows of sadness |