| Well you’re walking on the moon
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| But there’s nothing
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| No there’s nothing left to do deep inside
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| And you can’t believe it’s real
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| Got ya thinking boy
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| (You) may be better off to stay than to slide
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| Lucky boy!
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| But now she’s falling close to you
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| And there are things that just cannot last forever
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| And there is nothing I can say that is possibly kind
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| But I’m about to make the time
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| Cause I’m about to lose my mind
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| And you think you’re on the move
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| But there’s nothing
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| No there’s nothing left to breathe deep inside
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| And you say it’s in the wheels
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| God it’s stinkin' boy
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| Well you know that all you said was a lie
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| Lucky boy!
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| But now she’s falling close to you
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| And there are things that just cannot last forever
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| And there is nothing I can say that is possibly kind
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| But I’m about to make the time
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| Cause I’m about to lose my mind
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| And I’m about to make the time
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| Cause I’m about to lose my mind
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| Yes I’m about to make the time
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| Oohhhh
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| I do it
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| We’re gonna do it
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| Gotta stop and take it slow
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| You blew it
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| They’re gonna screw it
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| Gotta stop and steal the show
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| You count the ways
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| You stop it!
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| And you say you’re on the move
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| But there’s nothing
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| No there’s nothing left to do deep inside
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| And you can’t believe it’s real
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| Got ya thinkin' boy
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| Maybe better off to stay than to die
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| Thinkin' boy
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| But now she’s falling close to you
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| And there are things that just cannot last forever
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| And there is nothing I can say that is possibly kind
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| But I’m about to make the time
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| Cause I’m about to lose my mind
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| And I’m about to make the time
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| Cause I’m about to lose my mind
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| But I’m about to make the time
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| Oohhhh! |