| Just give a little twist, little turn
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| Keep on looking in the right direction, baby
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| I’m alive with the line, with the lies
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| But I kept on building it, building it, stack it up
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| A little architect, you’re crazy
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| White shirt, black dress tie
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| Dressed to the nine times too many times
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| I couldn’t wait to get out of the nightlife
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| It’s a straight lie
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| Just calm down
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| The trauma’s on the inside
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| My line’s been drawn
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| Just calm down
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| The trauma’s on the inside
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| I don’t want to be wasting time
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| Wasting time
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| Do you think that you’d call it crazy?
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| Contrary, and I shine amazing
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| Hazing, aging process, called it quits
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| And the quicksand I trudged through and everything I meant to
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| Say so, so said the young ones, the dumb ones
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| And «stupid» you called it, but I called it flawless
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| Played out and fade out
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| I planned it — pan left and right, set the curtain
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| Just calm down
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| The trauma’s on the inside
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| My line’s been drawn
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| Just calm down
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| You know the trauma’s on the inside
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| I don’t want to
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| My ticket, my destination, singing «hallelujah»
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| Oh god, I think I’ve really changed
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| But she will love me all the same
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| My dear, it’s all for you
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| And I will pay my dues
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| I owe you some eight years
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| And it’s coming to you
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| Don’t say «calm down», and don’t quit this town
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| I left 'cause I was bored at what might be in store
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| Don’t make a sound, 'cause I’ll be 'round, oh
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| See, I wish you could buckle up and take a chance
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| You know I really do, really do
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| And you really, really do — whoa
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| Just come along, come along, come along
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| Time’s up, life’s up, but I, I won’t go
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| My ticket, my destination, singing «hallelujah»
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| Oh god, I think I’ve really changed
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| But she will love me all the same
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| My dear, it’s all for you
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| And I will pay my dues
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| I owe you some eight years
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| And it’s coming to you
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| Hallelujah, hallelujah
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| I’ve left town and I won’t come home
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| Ohio, I don’t know, Michigindiana, California
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| Where’s home?
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| Why, oh why, do eyes collide
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| Why won’t it feel the same, oh, why-oh?
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| Wonder stands
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| Why, oh why
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| If words are right
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| Why won’t it feel the same, oh, why-oh?
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| So now I won’t play games, and I won’t change
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| My ticket, my destination, singing «hallelujah»
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| Oh god, I think I’ve really changed
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| But she will love me all the same
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| My dear, it’s all for you
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| And I will pay my dues
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| I owe you some eight years
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| And it’s coming to you
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| My dream and now I’m getting out
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| I’m screaming «Hallelujah»
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| Today’s the day my life will change
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| It couldn’t make it all the same
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| Darling, it’s all for you and I will pay my dues
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| I’m counting 4, 3, 2, 1 |