| John Stewart
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| I was lookin’at the sun. |
| Pardon me, I didn’t know it can’t be done.
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| I was lookin’at the sun. |
| I was lookin’at the sun.
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| I was callin’back my youth. |
| Pardon me, did you want to use the booth?
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| I was callin’back my youth. |
| I was callin’back my youth.
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| I don’t listen to the fools that are makin’up the rules. |
| I’m a-havin'too much
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| fun.
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| Doin’what I wanta, hit and run. |
| Doin’what I wanta hit and run. |
| Hit and run.
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| Hit and run. |
| Hit and run.
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| So my world is made of paint, pardon me, I didn’t know that you’re a saint.
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| So my world is made of paint. |
| So my world is made of paint.
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| You are lookin’for the truth. |
| Pardon me, I think your poodles on the roof.
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| You are lookin’for the truth. |
| You are lookin’for the truth.
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| I may never be that good. |
| Pardon me, I never said I ever would. |
| I may never be that good. |
| I may never be that good.
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| (Repeat first verse and chorus) |