| With your smile you’re making plans
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| You’ve got the world right in the palm of your hands
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| Everything you touch is gold
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| But your future life is bought and sold
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| It seems to me that you’ve got it made
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| But you never show that you’re afraid
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| Now the voices in your head
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| They make you scream and drive you mad
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| You’re on a hotline to heaven
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| Now you’re all alone
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| Riding on a hotline to heaven
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| Standing on your own
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| Staring eyes as cold as stone
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| A wandering figure that stands alone
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| Reaching out you cry for help
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| Once a man but now you’re just a shell
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| You make a deal, you make a grade
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| But you’re heading for an early grave
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| You got to find it, got to try
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| Something special to get you high
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| You’re on a hotline to heaven
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| Now you’re all alone
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| Riding on a hotline to heaven
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| Standing on your own
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| You’re on a hotline to heaven
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| (Going up without me baby, I won’t let you drive me crazy)
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| Now you’re all alone
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| Riding on a hotline to heaven
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| (Going up without me baby, I won’t let you drive me crazy)
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| Standing on your own
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| It seems to me that you’ve got it made
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| But you’re heading for an early grave
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| A thousand voices in your head
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| Make you scream and drive you mad
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| You’re on a hotline to heaven
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| Now you’re all alone
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| Riding on a hotline to heaven
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| Standing on your own
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| You’re on a hotline to heaven
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| (Going up without me baby, I won’t let you drive me crazy)
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| Now you’re all alone
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| Riding on a hotline to heaven
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| (Going up without me baby, I won’t let you drive me crazy)
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| Standing on your own |