| Oh look
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| The people are running
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| To the theater
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| Forcing themselves with light
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| But my body just switched for the right moment
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| I will sort the question and sing this part
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| But I can’t tell in his eyes
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| If he’s gonna cry or if he’s gonna fight
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| But I can’t tell in his eyes
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| If he’s gonna cry or if he’s gonna fight
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| Like he’s always spending summers reading and writing
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| So watching other kids kite and go fight
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| So little kid and babies come
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| And their fathers forgot them
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| Because he’s only there a short time
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| Oh he could have been a king with a might mighty castle
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| But he’s not even half way
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| And the language he speaks does not suit the mom
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| So the world start tasting sour
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| But I can’t tell in his eyes
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| If he’s gonna cry or if he’s gonna fight
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| And I can’t tell in his eyes
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| If he’s gonna cry or if he’s gonna fight
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| He is finally getting him so fond of him
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| He is finally getting him so fond of her
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| She used to conjugate
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| That deeply betrayed him
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| So now he’s moving to Spain
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| Now he’s packing his things
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| Oh how long he’s been
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| Longing
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| And I can’t tell in his eyes
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| If he’s gonna cry or if he’s gonna fight
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| And I can’t tell in his eyes
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| If he’s gonna cry or if he’s gonna fight
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| Ooh… |