| Rattling telecom speakers
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| Screaming your name in the bleachers
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| And it sounds something like hey ya
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| Like hey ya
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| I’m burning my tongue when I hear it
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| But I got rid of your ass in the winter
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| Na na, hey ya
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| Like hey ya
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| We don’t change, no
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| We don’t take the blame, no
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| We don’t change, no
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| So I’ll see you later
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| On and on and on, I’m guessing
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| Pushing it off just keeps me stressing
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| So on and on and on, I’m saying
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| Not right now, but maybe down the line
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| And if it don’t get better
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| Pushing it down is too much pressure
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| So on and on and on, I’m saying
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| Not right now, but maybe down the line
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| Maybe down the line
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| Maybe down the line
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| Down the line, the line, the line, the line
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| Boys will be boys
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| They play and they barter
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| And make a lot of noise
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| Of thinking about their mothers
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| You stop and go
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| Telling me to go home
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| Wait an hour more
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| Showing up at my door
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| You’re a paraphone
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| You ain’t it, but you called
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| And you’re so self-involved it makes no difference at all
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| And girls will be girls
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| We play and we barter
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| And we wanna rule your world
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| And we wanna be your mother
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| I stop and go
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| Telling you to go home
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| Wait an hour more
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| Showing up at your door
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| I’m a paraphone
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| I ain’t it, but you called
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| And we’re so self-involved it makes no difference and
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| We don’t change, no
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| We don’t take the blame, no
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| ‘Cause we don’t change, no
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| ‘Cause I’ll see you later
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| On and on and on I’m guessing
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| Pushing it off just keeps me stressing
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| So on and on and on I’m saying
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| Not right now but maybe down the line
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| And if it don’t get better
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| Pushing it down is too much pressure
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| So on and on and on I’m saying
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| Not right now but maybe down the line
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| Maybe down the line
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| Maybe down the line
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| Down the line, the line, the line, the line
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| Maybe down the line
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| Maybe down the line
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| Maybe down the line, the line, the line, the line
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| The line |