| Keeping me in the dark
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| Behind my back, in my backyard
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| Shaking my hand, stealing my seat
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| Keeping me quiet, alone, and incomplete
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| I don’t know if she can resist
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| I shiver when she sees me kiss
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| She’s got a rented tux, preserved in gin
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| She draws the line, he’s a fine specimen
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| Oh, fine, fine
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| Don’t look down, you don’t cast a shadow
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| Peter Pan gets the baseball bat
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| You’re a fraction of your good-looking cousin
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| Why can’t you be like that?
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| Never been done, never take any bets
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| Pockets bulge with a riddle of debt
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| Holding our heads onto the bomb
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| And we’re driving our flies in parking light loose change
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| So they can’t hear you complain
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| So they can’t hear you complain
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| Coach Bob, the President, and God said
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| «We're gonna leave you black and blue
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| I wouldn’t want you to be misled
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| No one will recognize you»
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| That’s better, you’re a dot on the map now
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| You’re concrete and nobody’s guess
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| Get married and happily hate it
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| Why would you settle for less?
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| Why would you settle for less?
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| Don’t look down, you don’t cast a shadow
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| Peter Pan gets the baseball bat
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| You’re a fraction of your good-looking cousin
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| Why can’t you be like that?
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| That’s better, you’re a dot on the map now
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| You’re concrete and nobody’s guess
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| Get married and happily hate it
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| Why would you settle for less?
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| Why would you settle for less? |