| She said: «Don't take too big a breath.»
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| She said: «Don't breathe in too deep, you might choke over the words you don’t
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| swallow.»
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| She said: «Don't take too big a step.»
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| She said: «Don't run too fast, you might trip over the path that you follow.»
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| I get my way, I get my way.
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| Your complaints can’t explain it.
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| I get my way…
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| I don’t need your direction. |
| (I'm catchin' up to you.)
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| And I see my imperfections. |
| (They're creeping up on me.)
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| And I don’t need your direction. |
| (I'm catchin' up to you.)
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| Don’t turn down the bed, 'cause I’m not comin' home.
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| I told her «Keep your money straight,»
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| «Don't spend it all in one place, you might find yourself too broke to borrow.»
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| I told her life is gonna fade:
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| «Don't let the youth go to waste, you’ll soon drown yourself all up in your
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| sorrow.»
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| I get my way, I get my way.
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| Your complaints can’t explain it.
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| I get my way…
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| I don’t need your direction. |
| (I'm catchin' up to you.)
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| And I see my imperfections. |
| (They're creeping up on me.)
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| And I don’t need your direction. |
| (I'm catchin' up to you.)
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| Don’t turn down the bed, 'cause I’m not comin' home.
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| I’m runnin' dry,
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| Is this real life?
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| Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.
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| So cut me loose, this has gone too far,
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| I’m getting out while I still have a shot.
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| I get my way…
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| I don’t need your direction. |
| (I'm catchin' up to you.)
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| And I see my imperfections. |
| (They're creeping up on me.)
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| And I don’t need your direction. |
| (I'm catchin' up to you.)
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| Don’t turn down the bed, 'cause I’m not comin'…
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| Don’t turn down the bed, 'cause I’m not comin' home,
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| I’m not comin' home.
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| No, not tonight. |